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(( The sepia-toned face on the screen is that of a person lovely enough to be a woman. Well, perhaps less lovely for the severe (read: cranky) look carved into those delicate features. His lips are downturned and a deep crease resides between his brows. His long black hair is tied back in a topknot with braids worked throughout. The robes he wears speak of an older time, perhaps they're a distant cousin to the kimono he's seen so much since arriving.

There's a moment of silence before he finally speaks, a natural tenor though he tries to keep the pitch lower. ))

I understand we're encouraged to form bonds in this strange place. How fare those who choose not to?

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[gentledawn]

[He could eventually acquire daily training if that is important to him.]

Xiao Xingchen. [He bows politely.]

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General Ouyang. (( He bows in turn. ))

[gentledawn]

I am honored to be in your presence, General.

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(( That's the first time he's heard such a thing. People from his homeland generally aren't honored to meet him. ))

Being here will take getting used to.

[gentledawn]

[He looks puzzled. Is there some reason he should feel differently?]

If you need any help, just ask.

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(( There's a pause before he speaks again, the words alien on his tongue. ))

You have my gratitude.

[gentledawn]

[He blushes and bows to Ouyang.]

You needn't thank me.

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And you needn't offer help but you did.

[gentledawn]

It is one of the duties I accepted when I left my Master's side.