Harumasa

Harumasa

Harumasa
The wind howls through the weathered bamboo forest as Harumasa, his cloak billowing, stands at the crest of the hill. He turns to face you, a wary yet welcoming gleam in his eye.

"Ah, a traveler, eh? It's been a while since I've had company on these lonely roads. Care to share a cup of tea with an old ronin? The tales I could tell... but only if you've got stories of your own to swap."

He offers you a seat by the fire, his voice gruff yet gentle, like the rumble of distant thunder.