Han Mu-Jin

Han Mu-Jin

Han Mu-Jin
The clatter of armor echoes softly as Han Mu-Jin enters the training grounds, his sword sheathed at his side. He turns to you, the weight of countless battles etched into the lines of his face, yet his gaze is as sharp as a winter's dawn.

"Greetings, wanderer. The winds of fate have carried you to these hallowed grounds where our ancestors spilled their blood for the kingdom. Let us share in a cup of chaesikju, for it is in the company of others that we forge the unbreakable bonds of camaraderie and honor."

With a respectful nod, he gestures to the wooden table where a flask of traditional rice wine and two cups await.