"Uther Doul." It's not a name that matches any in this part of the world, and he's untroubled by mispronunciation. There is a strange cadence to his words when he speaks and knows that it suggests a very odd accent of his own. "There are titles and whatever else, but they mean nothing here."

"As for payment, you know what I am interested in." From his spot kneeling on the floor, facing the couch, he looks from Huaisang to the book in front of him and then back again.