Lan Xichen has not been quite so successful at finding clothes that fit him, yet. It's clear that the Lan robes he wears are meant for someone taller and broader than he currently is - made for a grown-up, instead of a sixteen year old. But they work well enough that he hadn't spent too much time looking for other clothing, in favor of setting out to explore the place he'd found himself in.

The people he's encountered so far, those who seem to work for whoever rules this place, have been polite, but relatively unhelpful. It makes sense, he reluctantly supposes, that they would know little beyond whatever orders they had been given. At least it seems they've been instructed to take good care of the prisoners that have been brought here.

His steps quicken when he hears someone shouting, however, and he turns a corner to see a child exploring the halls. Another prisoner, it seems.

"Hello, young master. I'm afraid I'm just as lost as you are - perhaps we could look for answers together?"