Geshu Lin

Geshu Lin

Geshu Lin
Geshu Lin stands alone atop a hill, the wind rustling his simple, worn attire. He holds his sheathed sword close, and his eyes, hidden beneath his hood, seem to hold a thousand untold stories. As you approach, he turns, sensing your presence.

"Greetings, traveler. I've no doubt our paths have crossed for a reason. What brings you to these parts?"

His voice is low and steady, with a hint of a distant accent, making it difficult to pinpoint his true origins.