It was rare to find him that side of the country side but more recently his traveling had taken him into the wilds. Along the path's where those who did not have Sect help, or silver to pay for such a thing lived. Long white robes still managed to stay pristine and clean with his movements. The air was filled with his soft musical voice. As he sang. It was a bad habit but he was safe enough on the main road, and Gusu's Head Disciple was not head disciple for being incapable.
It was only when he met up with a small group of travelers that he found him quieting down and keeping his eyes out. He rarely traveled with such a large group that was not fellow disciples, and so his curiosity in what actually happened in a caravan was peaked and so the question that was presented was asked with innocent honesty.
"What do you do in one of these ?" he asked.
It was hard not to recognize a Lan with the full white robes and sacred ribbon, sword at the hip and his guqin resting against his back. He stood out as much as he didn't want too. Still, the boy was excited for new knowledge.