For as long as anyone could remember, the Hua Rhen (what Akareans are referred to in Jazado) had lived in the southern parts of Jazado and legends even tell of their great journey. Though much of the historical facts were lost to the ages, scholars speculate that a great exodus took place and they fled from the lands now known as Cenaesia. We are not sure whether it was a forced migration fueled by conflict or the path taken by men and women seeking new homes, but the truth of it all matters little, the fact is that they are here and we have great legends stemming from their traditions.
It was sometime around noon in the city of Ba Singh Se, the roots of the name elude most scholars and the administration seems to care little about deciphering the name. The sun was high and the skies blue, Ze Jian walked down the road in Market district 7, he was new to Ba Singh Se and Jazado, being an immigrant from Akarea the customs of Jazado were not as similar to his as he was told. Beside Jian was Xueliang Markov, he explained the traditions and all the "acceptable" mannerisms that there were. As they walked Jian was suddenly stopped by Xueliang,
"You see that guy over there?" Asked Xueliang, but Jian was having trouble finding the man in the crowd, afterall Market District 7 was a busy place.
"I forgot, normally for us these guys stand out a lot more. See the guy over there waiting at the bus station?" Jian shifts to see an man with a green hat standing across the street.
"Yeah, but I don't see whats wrong." Xueliang rolls his eyes, every time he loathes explaining this to newcomers.
"Look closely at what hes wearing, the hat, the shirt and the jacket. What do you see?"
"Exactly, now do you know why I stopped you?" "Not really, I don't see anything wrong with the brands or the symbols, wait lemme guess the outfit is part of the mob." Replied Jian sarcastically.
"Don't let the Daili hear you say that, and no that's not at all why I stopped you. How much do you think his clothes cost, give me a rough estimate."
"I don't know like five thousand Taels maybe more if the shoes are also branded."
"Exactly, you see, I'm not quite sure how you have it in your country but here in Jazado that is what we call decadence." Xueliang now seemed certain that Jian had understood what he was trying to show him, sadly that was not the case.
"I still don't get it, what's wrong with having expensive clothes?" Asked Jian.
"Why do people buy expensive clothes with very visible branding?" Asked Xueliang.
"To show off?" Replied Jian.
"Exactly, its purely for posterity, for attention and a waste of money. Look at the clothes I wear, they're simple, no brands, low cost, I wear what I need and there's not much to show off. Now we have an ascetic tradition here in Jazado, which basically means that people tend to live simple lives, we observed the weekly fasts and live modest lives. People buy expensive branded clothes to cry out for people's attention, because they believe that material possessions can make their problems go away, because they think they desire it! But, once they do inevitably buy such things, they are filled with emptiness because all they do is feed their passions and passions can only hunger. They promote materialism and make spending money seem like something that frees people when it - "
"Yeah but what's wrong with materialism and spending money on expensive crap?" Jian seemed to be more confused as Xueliang explained Jazadoan culture, it almost seemed as if there was too much to learn.
Xueliang sighs, "Have you not been reading the Philokalia and the works of - forget it, lets just go do whatever it is that we were doing. I'll explain it to you later, its a lot to wrap your head around, just don't go buying expensive clothes unless its for a formal event or something." Having given up Xueliang and Jian continued their day in the busy streets of Market District 7.