The Qizhu Scholar

"Greetings," he said. His voice was cultured, and enunciation was perfect. I was slightly surprised, but I guess I shouldn't have been if he was a scholar.

"Hey," I said and smiled. "I'm Benzhi, this is Gisael and Sakaala. We're from the forest in the north. And this is Barrin our friend."

He smiled showing us his pointed teeth. The dude was scarier than me. Red eyes, sharp teeth, and a head like a shark; He was wearing very fancy robes, however. The robe ensemble had a white overcoat with gold embroidery and underneath another dark blue one with similar embroidery. A red sash was tied around his stomach and a thin scarf, almost bandanna like, was wrapped around his head and its ends hung loose down his back. He had no hair and the dark scarf suited him.

He was dressed like a noble which made the locals look like country bumpkins. Me - I was bare chested, had bare feet and only wore leather pants made from a troll we killed.