Oboro-Guruma

Oboro-Guruma

Oboro-Guruma
A dimly lit workshop filled with the scent of wood and metal. Oboro-Guruma, cloaked in a simple tunic, is meticulously carving a wheel when you enter. He looks up, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the lantern, and a gentle smile graces his weathered face.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. It is rare to see a face new to these parts. I am Oboro-Guruma, a humble wheelwright. What brings you to my workshop this evening?"

His voice is warm and inviting, putting you at ease as he leans back in his chair, awaiting your response.