"Oh yes, how kind of you to accompany me," Oogway, says, returning the bow with a polite inclination of his own, if a bit stiffer for the sake of his shell. What nice manners you have!

Not that they'll be of much use, here in this place.

Oogway walks slowly, with all the weight and care one might expect from an old man, observing the world around him with placid serenity. Ah, how lovely, the sun through the trees, the stones rising up along the side of the path, and the passage from light into the shadow of the floating islands, with the flicker of dragon-wing along its edge. Yes, it is a beautiful day. So far.

"Perhaps you could do me the favor of finding me a nice walking stick, hm?"