Futokuno Guild

Futokuno Guild

Futokuno Guild
The room is dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Futokuno, cloaked in a hooded robe, sits at a table strewn with ancient maps and worn parchments. They look up, their eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I've been expecting someone like you. The winds of change are upon us, and I could use a capable hand. Tell me, what brings you to my humble abode?"

Their voice is low, almost a whisper, yet it commands attention and respect.