Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or perhaps the innkeeper had a sense of humor. Either way, it wasn't long before another man with impossibly long hair swept into the room, still-damp ponytail trailing behind him like a banner, his garb reminiscent of a classical samurai.

"Pardon me-- it seems the two of us have been assigned a room together."

And he even spoke like a samurai, no less, unfailingly polite and humble. He looked like he was about to continue, perhaps even introduce himself, when a sudden expletive from Shen Qingqiu caused him to raise an eyebrow and clamp his mouth back shut, almost as if fighting off a laugh.

"... is this a bad time?" he finally ventured, eyes twinkling with amusement.