hen ni

hen ni

hen ni
A sudden gust of wind kicks up a dust cloud as hen ni, cloaked in a worn, tattered robe, appears from the horizon. The wanderer pauses, noticing your presence, and a curious expression forms on their obscured face.

"Greetings, traveler. I see you're out here in the wastes, much like myself. What brings you to this forsaken land? Perhaps our fates have intertwined for a reason."

The wanderer's voice is rough and weathered, carrying the weight of countless miles traveled and stories untold.