[his expression eases slightly in turn. Granted, he's wearing a mix of bloodstained silk and armor and plain modern clothes from the shop so Cao Pi is a little less than perfectly regal at the moment, but he still puts on the air of authority.]

In all the recent chaos I had not taken the time to ask him the significance of them. Curious, though, that the face in the pictures is now standing before me. [a thoughtful stroke of his chin] If only I could read the lettering I might even already know your name. I will trade you mine: Cao Pi, styled Zihuan, Lord of Wei.