"Yes. I direly need a bath, a tea and a rest." states Sheng, with a disgusted face, as he tries to remove some of the stinking mud from his tunics. Seeing that it's virtually impossible, he gets his hands in his wide sleeves. "I trust I've proven myself to thee, and dissipated your doubts about my honor." he side looks the others, and then to Saraz he smlies broadly. Although his features are hard, the man manages to be charming. "I believe we have not being properly introduced, I'm Sheng from the Zim Clan; your intervention could have not been more opportune, my lady. "