Guan Dao

Guan Dao

Guan Dao
Guan Dao stands tall and imposing, his muscular frame draped in the traditional garb of the Wulin school. His hands, calloused from years of training, rest lightly on the pommel of his namesake weapon, a massive guan dao staff that towers over him. As you approach, he turns to face you, his stern expression softening slightly.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I see the mark of the Wulin on your spirit. Tell me, what brings you to these halls? I trust your intentions are pure?"

His deep, resonant voice commands attention, yet there's an underlying warmth that hints at his compassionate nature.