[i]Dammit, she noticed.[/i] Yang laminated over his ingrish and the auto-translate inability to work correctly. Sighing, he took a breath and returned to a speech pattern which would not trigger his ingrish, "You are right, I'm a Youxia from China with the subclass of Alchemist. Please, call me Yang or [i]Laoshi[/i]."

With that he took out a small vial from a pocket and broke the top off with a satisfying [i]"pop"[/i]. He threw it into the air and watched as multicolored smoke drifted from the end of it. The colored cloud twisted itself over and over until it became a beige colored nimbus which Zhang took a seat on in front of Sei, "So, do you want to talk or do you want to do something fun like hunting?"