He looks like a man walking to his doom or some kind of ancient spirit cut off from all he knows. Meng Yao hasn't had an interest in civilian clothing, so the robe he has chosen for today stands out like a sore thumb. However the color is nice; a soft dove grey without ornamentation. His hair is mostly how he prefers it - he had to enlist help for that - and he is notably missing the red mark in the middle of his brow that would have marked him as a Jin.

Upon reaching the right address, he knocks - only to find the door unlocked. This could be a trap. He makes himself breathe again, his hand shaking as he turns the doorknob anyway.

Nothing happens. But he is far from relieved.

"Jin Ling?"