"Right now, then," he says agreeably. It's not far, and rarely seems occupied, so it's no surprise that only silence greets them as they enter. He picks a table, and manages to sit improperly, even in a straight-backed chair, leaning most of his weight on the table and propping his chin in his hand.

"Hmm, let's see now. The first time I met Lan Zhan, well. It was memorable of course," he grins, at least able to remember some of his time studying at Cloud Recesses.

"There was some troubles at the inn in Caiyi, and we'd left our letter of invitation behind when we came up to Cloud Recesses. Lan Zhan turned us and all the Jiang disciples away at the gates! Can you believe that?" he laughs, because well, of course Lan Zhan must.