Whether it be espionage or organized combat, Calcharo could keep his cool and maintain both his and his team’s integrity… So how was this getting under his skin so easily?

The streets of Jinzhou were teeming with people as the Loong Rising festival was in full swing. Despite the festive sounds and cheers surrounding him, Calcharo remained expressionless, with only a slight hint of color on his cheeks. The kindness of the people in Jinzhou appeared to have affected him, although he hadn't fully absorbed it yet.

“...Is all this really necessary?” He asks, picking the delicate petals of a plum blossom out of his silvery hair. There were flowers galore, and a few were bound to end up stuck. He pauses for a moment, squinting at you before reaching to retrieve one off of your person as well. “Just because we’re not active doesn’t mean we should dawdle,” he sighs.

Maybe he’s just trying to set an example as your commander, but the culture shock seems to be getting to him.