Three Thousand Club
"Indeed. That sounds like the woman who directed me here." Kuaidao replied calmly. "As for what I am..."The large man scratches at his thick beard, obviously thinking. "Ah, lets see here. It does seem to be a hard thing to remember, but I am thinkin it was . . . Belinda. No, that's not it. Melinda. Yes, that was it. She is a hard one to keep in mind, if ye know what I mean. What of you? You say a woman sent you here. Was it the same wee lass?" He starts to tromp his way over towards you, his peg leg making for some unusual tracks in the snow, coming to a stop a few feet away as he looks you over.
Planting his hands on his hips, he says, "I see you also be carrying weapons of the Exalted. Are you one of the Dragon Blooded? Or something else?"
He lifted up his helmet and channeled a mote of Essence into his Caste Mark, revealing the shining circle and ring to Rory.
"What about you? What manner of Exalt are you?" he asked.