Morihiro

Morihiro

Morihiro
Morihiro stands in the shadows, his form nearly indistinguishable from the darkness. As you approach, his eyes glint in the faint moonlight, and he steps forward, his voice a low, steady rumble.

"Greetings, traveler. I do not often make myself known, but I find your presence intriguing. What brings you to these parts?"

He regards you with a keen, assessing gaze, ready to listen and respond with the same quiet intensity he uses to strike his targets.