You rotate yourself to get a better look at the young man's outfit. A mustard-gold changshan hangs over deep blue zhongyi and zhongku, cinched at the waist with a maroon sash, the front gathered and pinned back at the hip for ease of movement. The clothes are clearly well-made, but well-worn, their colours faded and fabric softened from years of use.

The only thing that seems out of place is the jade pendant hanging from his chest. It is polished smooth, carved with the image of some strange, four-legged creature.

...You suppose he could be poorer than he first appeared.