<div class="floatleft">(https://i.gyazo.com/498e6e71aa24d44cc569905317e530e1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>Cheng-Ming (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2467751)</strong><br/></span><hr/><em>Stonesinger Bard 4</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>32<strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Perception:</strong>+7<br/><hr/><br/>Cheng-Ming rather primly and matter-of-factly folded his hands into his sleeves, and replied at the sudden appearance of this old man.<br/><br/>"You seem to have us at a disadvantage, sir.  Your know who we are and our purpose here, but we do not know yours.  Would you be so kind as to exchange greetings with us?  It would be the only courteous custom, would it not?"<br/><br/>With that, the young Tian bowed respectfully and introduced himself to the old man.<br/><br/>"In the manner of my home country, good Uncle, my surname is Cheng and my given name is Ming, and there is a slight flaw in my character.  I greet you warmly.  How may I call upon you, good Uncle?"