Angrui
Angrui sits at a table near the centre of the teahouse, a steaming mug of green tea resting on his small table and a light fried pastry in his hand. He relaxes, enjoying the early fall day and the many smells and sights of the restaurant. His bow and quiver are slung across the back of his chair and his back rests on the ground next to his seat. His head and face have gone just long enough without shaving that they're now soft instead of bristly. Good food, good tea, and nice weather all serve to make him calm and content, smiling happily at anyone who makes eye contact.