Huaisang lets other, more determined people go first to talk to this loud and cocky person of a totally reasonable and respectable height, only a finger's width or two shorter than Huaisang himself. He also looks only a year or two younger than Huaisang himself, though Huaisang's age is deceiving--his aging slowed to a crawl in his late teens, though he's still only twenty-five now. Once the attention around him has faded and any discussions have been adequately discussed, Huaisang comes more shyly over to talk.

Some of his many silk layers have dried off a little, so he's put on an entire second layer of filmy silk, looking like he's doing a hollywood starlet impression in his floor-length silk robe and ass-length long black hair.

He's come to ask the most important question that none of the other askers specified when it comes to this teenager's plan: "What's a 'week'?"