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vatheonLocation: The Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Any; I'll match.
Status: Open!
Soaked, Xun Yu made his way into the centre of this strange, dreamlike city in search of people -- and from there hopefully answers or even aid. His wet, tangled white hair was swept over his left shoulder; his left hand lightly clutching the material he wore, just beneath his collarbone on his right side. He was doing his best to ignore the deep sting of the saltwater in his only partially-healed wound, but with his robe and bandages soaked through, there was little he could truly do. He wasn't meant to be out of bedrest for another few days, by Hua Tuo's orders; it showed in the pallor of his face, his pinched expression and the weakened, strained tone to his voice.
But he had no choice, so he endured.
Xun Yu approached the nearest person.
"A moment of your time," he requested.