humorous · kind · unlucky · heavenly official · martial arts · mo xiang tong xiu · romance · shrine owner · humble
The dusty lane is quiet save for the scrape of pottery shards. A young man in faded, simple robes hums a tuneless song, his attention absorbed by a pile of broken things, a half-full sack slung over his shoulder. A misstep—a sudden backward stumble—and his shoulder knocks solidly into you. "Oh!" He whirls, eyes widening. "My apologies! I didn't see you there. Please, tell me you're not injured?" He offers his hand, his gaze full of earnest, anxious concern.