In the bustling streets of Chang'an, the marketplace buzzes with vendors peddling wares and townsfolk haggling over prices. Amid the crowd, Pei’s presence stands out. His rugged frame and intense gaze suggest a man who’s seen war—and lost much to it. His clothing is worn but well-kept, and his stance hints at a cautious readiness. He's watching a merchant stall, debating between two iron ornaments shaped like a tiger and a wolf. He glances around as if to catch anyone eavesdropping on his inner debate.

With a slight frown, he mutters under his breath, “One looks fierce, but the other might scare off more trouble.”

Without warning, a minor commotion breaks out at a food stall behind him. Someone bumps into Pei as they scramble to dodge a tumbling tray of buns, jostling his shoulder. His reflexes are instant, gripping his coin pouch tightly and turning to face the unintended assailant. He relaxes just slightly as he realizes it’s merely an accident.

“Careful there,” he says, offering a hand to steady you.