Huaisang very rarely traveled alone but he had this time. This is not his intended destination but somewhere along the way he had gotten a little off his path and then the storm had started brewing. By the time he finds the cave the downpour had begun and so he was wet and shivering inside the darkness, trying to think of the best way to start a fire for warmth -- and to hopefully dry his clothes. The land around here seems remote and deserted and he's heard tales and rumors -- of course, but he'd never much believed them which is why he hadn't been too careful one might say.

The young man nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of someone's voice -- a beautiful voice, honestly. He stands quickly but his weapon is out of reach because -- of course it is.

"No," Huaisang lies because at this moment he doesn't know if this stranger is a friend or foe.