Wandering aimlessly after the big battle was lost, along with his Emperor.

Not so young anymore but still big enough to get some nervous looks and a few outright stares from most who meet him.

He's six foot four and over two hundred fifty pounds (almost two metres and a hundred and ten kilos) and a stern yet sad face, how he stays so heavy on a diet of rice, broth and kumiss is anyone's guess.

He isn't Chinese, Japanese or a Mongol, his land is far beyond the mountains and he's resigned himself to not seeing it again.

For SRP: He's not against it but doesn't really expect to win any fair maidens in this strange land although what the fates hold for men and women isn't for them to know until it comes to pass.