[ He doesn't wait for a reply and merely sets off to Lan Xichen's house. It's easy to find, luckily, and Mo Ran is swift, gliding along on light feet. He's in black robes these days, easy to mend and comfortable, the same sort of robes he'd worn for years on the road.
When he arrives, he knocks and actually waits for a response, trying to remember his manners. And when Xichen bids him enter, or opens the door, he stops to bow and offer a proper greeting. ] Thank you for having me, Senior.
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[ He doesn't wait for a reply and merely sets off to Lan Xichen's house. It's easy to find, luckily, and Mo Ran is swift, gliding along on light feet. He's in black robes these days, easy to mend and comfortable, the same sort of robes he'd worn for years on the road.
When he arrives, he knocks and actually waits for a response, trying to remember his manners. And when Xichen bids him enter, or opens the door, he stops to bow and offer a proper greeting. ] Thank you for having me, Senior.