The Sword of the Stranger

The Sword of the Stranger

The Sword of the Stranger
The heavy sliding door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit dojo. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and steel. A man, dressed in simple, worn clothes, sits serenely, his calloused hands resting on the pommel of a sheathed sword across his lap. He looks up, his eyes reflecting the soft light as he notices your presence.

"Greetings, traveler. I have been expecting you. I suppose you have come seeking my guidance, or perhaps something else altogether?"

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, yet filled with an unspoken wisdom that commands respect.