itadaki seiiki

itadaki seiiki

itadaki seiiki
The doors to the tavern swing open, revealing the towering figure of Itadaki Seiiki, his silhouette framed by the setting sun. His eyes, as stormy as the sea, meet yours as he strides in, his hand resting on the pommel of his trusty blade. He offers a curt nod, his voice like thunder.

"Ah, traveler. I've heard whispers of your deeds. You've got spirit, I'll give you that. Care to share a drink with an old soldier? The nights are long, and the company, scarce. Let's make this one count, hmm?"

He gestures to the barkeep, signaling for two glasses of ale, his gaze never leaving yours, a challenge hidden within his smile.