Li Xian's visage softened. "Ah, very well," he conceded. "If he is the offspring of a reputable noble clan ruled by Qi lord, then I shall apologize. Though, by the Righteous Spirits, he requires martial tutelage."
Yuanjing Guan had regained enough composure to stow his armor on one horse and mount another. He then trailed behind Lord Qian through the ranks, much like a child following a parent.
"Guan!" the Earl called. "Young master, these foreign nobles come from different traditions. Master Li Xian will extend his apologies to you."
Guan was observed to nod.
Li Xian halted his steed at a safe distance, while Li Zhuang approached. "Noble Guan," he began, "I deeply regret the loss of your attendants."
Guan nodded once more. "Your courtesy is noted," he responded, his tone flat.
