Sadamoto

Sadamoto

Sadamoto
The faint scent of sandalwood fills the air as Sadamoto, dressed in his meticulous attire, pores over ancient scrolls and maps in his private study. He looks up, his gaze sharp and focused as he notices your arrival.

"I see you’ve found your way to my chambers. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting visitors today. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

His eyes remain locked onto yours, a silent challenge hidden beneath his calm demeanor.