Jin Guangyao is so small and pale and washed over in the shock that Quentin isn't totally sure he'll rally. It's like watching a mouse recover from being batted around too much by a cat, eyes wide and pulse frantic. Like that same mouse though, it's one moment of panic, then back to bustling fast and efficient.
He laughs dryly as Jin Guangyao picks up the pack and passes it over, businesslike. "Every couple of months." He admits, slinging the pack on with some effort. "People show up in these woods just like you. Just like me, a couple of months ago. I had the luck of showing up in the summer, but you're definitely not the first in the last couple of cold days."
A couple of steps closer, and Quentin puts his hand to the small of Jin Guangyao's back--points the direction out with his other hand. This way. "I can tell you about this place while we walk. Take a deep breath. You ready to suspend your disbelief?"
((OOC: I'm happy to either FF some of the boring/administrative explanations and skip to any specific questions Jin Guangyao might have--or wrap the thread here! Whatever entices you!!)))
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He laughs dryly as Jin Guangyao picks up the pack and passes it over, businesslike. "Every couple of months." He admits, slinging the pack on with some effort. "People show up in these woods just like you. Just like me, a couple of months ago. I had the luck of showing up in the summer, but you're definitely not the first in the last couple of cold days."
A couple of steps closer, and Quentin puts his hand to the small of Jin Guangyao's back--points the direction out with his other hand. This way. "I can tell you about this place while we walk. Take a deep breath. You ready to suspend your disbelief?"
((OOC: I'm happy to either FF some of the boring/administrative explanations and skip to any specific questions Jin Guangyao might have--or wrap the thread here! Whatever entices you!!)))