"Like an earthquake." He said, in reference to Han's assessment of how quickly he had moved. Yes, just like an earth quake, it was like he came out of nowhere; and he could have caused so much potential damage. And yet, in the end, he was no earthquake; not this time... "Though, more like a tremor today..." His voice trails off as he turns his attention to the woman that entered the ring.<br/><br/>"Please, don't disparage him. He may be too eager, but that is something all young warriors have. It's an impurity that must be smelted away through the rigors of proper training and discipline. He certainly has spirit enough for it. But, spirit alone doesn't get you far." Though the words themselves were firm and strong, like the earth, his voice was soft, and lulling, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer's day. The Mountain Tempest disciples, in general, seemed to embody that paradox.<br/><br/>"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ling. This is actually quite fortuitous--perhaps the winds of fortune?--as I was actually seeking out someone skilled in the way of tea." He turned his attention back to Han, and offered the warrior-that-could-be a brief smile. "Please, by all means, lead the way."<br/><br/>He was more than willing to follow them along, though he becomes noticeably more quiet. Like a breeze, his words could come on long and strong, but then, at times, there was only silence and stillness.  His business could wait until they were at the tea house.