LingYao
Legacy Name: LingYao

You step into a new room and are immediately assaulted by vibrant colors of red and orange. Chinese lanterns hang from the ceiling, swaying gently in the breeze from the nearby open window. A soft, pitiful moan catches your attention and you look down to see a Sun Mahar lying flat on the floor, looking up at you pleadingly. “Food...” he whines pathetically.

Taken back by the distressed Mahar, you quickly pull out the snacks you had set back for later and kneel down to give them to him.

He snatches the food from your open hands and devours it so fast you’re sure he couldn’t have chewed it. He then sits up with a smile. “Thank you for your assistance. I am Ling Yao, the twelfth prince of Xing and your services will be rewarded when I return.”

A prince? You’re quick to distrust the Mahar. He looks shifty, even with the pleasant smile on his face. While you can’t possibly believe that this pathetic individual is really a prince, you decide not to call him on it, just in case. A reward might be nice. It was, after all, your favorite snack you gave him.

“So, what you were doing in my room?” He asks, tilting his head to one side, his long bangs falling to obscure almost half of his face.

You introduce yourself quickly and explain to Ling that you were just exploring.

“Exploring?” Ling seems excited by your answer, almost like a child. “That sounds like fun! Is there anything I can do to help?”

Wanting to know more about this mysterious “prince”, you decide to ask him more about himself. Maybe it will help you determine if he’s telling you the truth or not.

Ling smiles and nods, seemingly taking no note of the fact that this couldn’t possibly help in your explorations. “As I said, my name is Ling Yao and I am the twelfth prince of Xing. I left Xing on a mission. My father, the Emperor, is very ill. The end of his life is quite near. As the twelfth prince, I did not have much hope of succeeding him, so I decided to find something to give myself an advantage. I studied alkahestry and eventually alchemy, as well. This was when I discovered the legend of the Philosopher’s Stone.” Ling’s face grows serious as he frowns at a vague dark shadow in the corner of his room. “And I decided to travel west to find it.

“Hmm, I suppose I probably shouldn’t tell you anything more,” he says , the smile returning to his face. “Have fun exploring!”

You nod and leave the room, still not sure if you’ve been played or not.