"Aa..?" He looks back at the guy, his eyes wide like he was caught halfway in the deserts. Then he laughs, waving a hand and nodding towards the decorative motif on the headboard over the bed, the shape of the pillars arcing up to hold the bed curtain in place.

"I've seen that in a preserved piece from a Han manor from the area. It wasn't a lotus flower but the styling of the relief is about the same."

Clearing his throat Wu Xie holds out his hand, needing to remember his manners before he gets too far. Sure, he will talk about everything on his mind but it wasn't polite if he doesn't know any names.

"My apologies, I'm Wu Xie."