The market was a lively place, and as Lu Shi Huan navigated his way through the crowd--parting, this way and that, steps light, like a faint breeze-- he contemplated, and searched. If he could find The One True Tea, then he would gain recognition and fame not only for himself, but, for his school, the Mountain Tempest. The Tea must be made of special--perhaps sacred--herbs, and maybe water from a magic spring. Of course, such idle speculation was not going to help him much... so for now, he browsed through the stalls and buildings, in search of a Tea Master. He hoped there would be one here.<br/><br/>Carrying his spear quite openly, strapped to his back, the man in the faded yellow robes stands out a bit. In particular, the vermillion bandanna wrapped around his head. The rich red cloth stood out, even more-so than the robes; themselves an identifier. The pattern, style, and color of his robes were something worn by all of the lowest-ranked students of the Mountain Tempest school.<br/><br/>The man's face was somewhat forgettable, as he was sort of average in appearance. Average height, average weight, average facial structure... about the one thing, other than his clothes,<em>not</em>average about the man was the immaculate beard he had. It was dark brown--darker than  the short hair on his head--with a mixture of reds, blonds, and ample amount of black colored hair.  Bushy, rich, and vibrant, the beard was easily a foot and a half long, trimmed and 'landscaped' to come to a fine point.