"Ah, gonzi is..." Wei Wuxian begins, considering, "A respectable young man who is not a lord. My world is all powerful sects and families, it all falls to bloodline and not to righteous thought or power. Lord Turgon's is a nicer world than mine, I think."

He takes another deep pull of ale, already too deep in his cups, but after a life of guzzling rice wine, the ale isn't so strong in his blood. "What were Lord Turgon's skills at home?"