Baiyi keeps pace with Ouyang tucking one hand behind his back and the other resting against his abdomen. Only once as they're walking does that hand flatten against his middle like there's some discomfort or pain. The old man tries to ignore it and hopes the other does too.

"Have you looked around for any falconries who might sell you a bird or are you going to get one in the wild and train it?" He asks, curious just how talented the general was.

He's impressed with how well-kept the stables are. It would do well to house the finest steeds in China. Instead, there's a little speckled one that is amusingly small. It fits Ouyang perfectly though and Baiyi doesn't doubt it has just as fierce a temperament. "What's his name?"