[h1][color=ed1c24][center]丂卄丨 ㄥㄖ几Ꮆ[/center][/color][/h1]

This was a disaster. 

What was suppose to be a simple boat ride ended up into a big mess that left Shi Long stranded from home, in an unknown land, with little more than what he could've cobbled together from the wreck. Since leaving China, he took a boat eating eastward, but a storm had forced the ship off course. He thought he would be safe inside with the protection of his heavy stone armor, but it was that same armor that nearly spelled his doom when he fell off the boat. Turns out stone sinks, and thus Shi Long was forced to abandon his armor and cling onto some driftwood. He had no idea how long he had been out, but by the time he reached land he was starving. But where he found himself was nowhere like China. Everyone dressed and looked differently, and the local language was very different from what he was familiar with.

However Shi Long was no stranger to living off the land. Despite having spent most of his recent life catered by the Fa Family, his origins had taught him how to survive in nature. Even if these plants and beasts were different from the ones at home, he adapted quickly enough. And first thing's first, he would need to get a new set of skin. So cobbling together a suit of armor from wood and making a wig from darken strips of vine, Shi Long created a rudimentary disguise of a wandering warrior, complete with tough looking hair and a vicious looking mask disguising his very inhuman face. Granted he was also quite short. He would've tried to rig a more complex leg system to look more imposing, but lacking the resources and tools he had to make his Stone Dragon armor, he would just have to settle for being a particularly short warrior.

But his skills in crafts were largely limited to weapons and armor, and he couldn't eat it. He had subsided on wild berries and river water for a while, but he could feel knots in his gut yearning for something with more sustenance. He wanted to improve his disguise more, but alas his hunger won out. Shi Long visited a nearby town to test his disguise and for the most part folks didn't seem to pay him too much mind. Granted he got a lot of looks, but no one stopped him, so he assumed everything was okay. Looking for a place to eat, one of the more popular places based off what people were talking about seemed to be some sort of Mead and Meat hut. Shi Long has heard of mead before, it was a sort of honey alcohol. He certainly could use a strong drink and a warm meal, so Shi Long made his way to this hut.

Unsurprisingly, the place was busy. Lots of people eating and drinking, and the waitress was droll and bored as usual, but that was good for Shi Long. She probably won't ask too many questions as long as Shi Long was a paying customer. But ever wanting a good deal, Shi Long noticed a large table full of strange and colorful characters. Now granted being a stranger in these strange lands, Shi Long was unfamiliar with anyone. But he's been through town and has a general idea of what locals looked like, and this group looked far from local. If anything one of them looked almost [i]familiar[/i], or at least his style of dress was very similar to his home country of China. Another lost foreigner? Or someone connected to the strange happenings that lead Shi Long on this journey in the first place? Either way, it was something worth investigating.

Confidently striding up to the table, Shi Long ran into his first issue: He was too short to actually stand over the table. So Shi Long raised his hand, the only thing that could go over the table, to make his presence known. [color=ed1c24]"Greetings! I take it that you all are travelers as well. May I take this seat?"[/color]