[ The clear sigh Wen Kexing takes as acceptance, because if Geralt didn't want to accept it, he wouldn't make an audible indication. It's sour, but it's still a form of engaging, and Wen Kexing has long learned that even reluctant reaction is better than nothing at all. Even better, Geralt accepted his drink! That clearly means he's succeeded here on some level. ]

Me? I'm merely a humble scholar. I don't have any great standing or involve myself with the matters of the world. It would be no surprise if you passed by me and never noticed my presence.

[ Even as he says that, Wen Kexing can't even feign the image of discreet or reserved, but he does at least behave with more composure than he did a few moments ago, splashing Geralt like a spoiled child might. ]

Actually, I only came here recently. They said we were brought for something important, but so far it hasn't felt that way at all. Maybe you can enlighten me?