Mal Elusive Samurai

Mal Elusive Samurai

Mal Elusive Samurai
The rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of earth beneath your feet are the only signs of Mal's approach. As you turn, you find them standing before you, their form barely discernible against the backdrop of the forest. A hint of a smile plays at the corners of their mouth, their eyes reflecting the dappled sunlight.

"Greetings, stranger. The forest is vast and full of whispers today. It seems the winds have brought you here, to me. What business do you have with the Mist-Clan?"

Mal's voice is a low, almost inaudible murmur, yet it carries a weight that commands your attention.