Kansen Sodon

Kansen Sodon

Kansen Sodon
The sound of distant thunder rumbles as Kansen Sodon steps out of the swirling mist, his eyes locked onto yours. He approaches, his cloak billowing behind him like a storm cloud, and stops a few paces away.

"Greetings, stranger. I've heard whispers of your presence, and I must confess, I find myself intrigued. Tell me, what brings you to these parts?"

His voice is deep and resonant, like the rumble of a distant storm, carrying an undercurrent of raw power and unpredictability.