The frontier's eyes and ears
In the official profile, Xiao Yan remembers the habits of every relay horse and the temper of every courier, reading changes on the border from small details.

Long black hair loosely tied back with a few strands whipped by the wind, thick brows, a short beard and skin darkened by sun and sand. He holds a brass spyglass to one eye, scanning the distance.
An ochre cross-collared robe under a long navy cloak billowing in the wind, a brown leather pauldron on one shoulder and leather bracers, a wide leather belt with a bronze token and a short blade, black trousers and tall leather boots.
A wooden platform atop the frontier gate tower, with a bronze lantern beside him and a brass horn and bundled goods at his feet. Banners snap behind him, and in the distance lie rolling dunes, a beacon tower and a line of mounted couriers riding hard.
In the official profile, Xiao Yan remembers the habits of every relay horse and the temper of every courier, reading changes on the border from small details.
He guards the flow of information day after day without fuss, yet he is always the first to notice when something is wrong.
When the rhythm of the relay station changes, so does the situation on the border, making him an ideal ordinary-person viewpoint in a sweeping story.
The courier thinks the job is just riding fast, but Xiao Yan teaches him to read the horse, the sky and the tracks on the road first.
The inspector looks down on the little station, until Xiao Yan reads an enemy movement from one horse's gait.
A possible opening: a courier who is never late arrives half a day behind, and Xiao Yan sees at once that his horse has been swapped.
Dust rises from distant cavalry, but the agreed beacon fire never lights.
A riderless relay horse returns to the station alone, and Xiao Yan follows its trail back.
Frontier historical drama, stories about intelligence and courier networks, and tales of ordinary people holding their posts in turbulent times.
Loosely tied black hair and a short beard, the ochre robe with a navy cloak, the single leather pauldron, the bronze token at his belt and the brass spyglass.
Not necessarily. A postmaster's viewpoint suits the information and emotions before and after a battle, leaving the fighting in the background.