Feiyu noticed the stray smattering of ash down the side of his fine Qing robes, but decided not to dust them off. Elegant as the young man was, he didn't shy away from mess; instead allowing such things to serve as keepsakes from adventures.
In this case, the adventure was supposed to be a rebellious jaunt to the Hog's Head, a darkling house about which he'd heard so much. (None of it good.)
But having tried to travel there by Floo powder, Feiyu stepped out into a rather fine and cosy common room. Curious, he looked to the first person he saw — a cross-looking gentleman with a rattan shade of hair, who'd stepped out of the fireplace not long after Feiyu. "I'd been told the Hog's Head was full of warlocks, goblins, and nefarious stains... I suppose I shouldn't listen to everything I'm told", he remarked conversationally.

In this case, the adventure was supposed to be a rebellious jaunt to the Hog's Head, a darkling house about which he'd heard so much. (None of it good.)
But having tried to travel there by Floo powder, Feiyu stepped out into a rather fine and cosy common room. Curious, he looked to the first person he saw — a cross-looking gentleman with a rattan shade of hair, who'd stepped out of the fireplace not long after Feiyu. "I'd been told the Hog's Head was full of warlocks, goblins, and nefarious stains... I suppose I shouldn't listen to everything I'm told", he remarked conversationally.
