Lan Wangji has been watching this newcomer the entire night. A wizard. A wizard who must eat monsters.

He is not entirely certain what qualifies as a monster and in a place where they hold a walking, talking skeleton as a dear friend, he feels he cannot take any chances. He watches as the man looks over the offerings and then leaves to try and find something else. Something palatable, Lan Wangji supposes.

Something. In his white, sweeping robes and silver headpiece he is hardly subtle in his following but such matters are too important. He will not have any of his hard earned friends eaten.