Jian Xian

Jian Xian

Jian Xian
The air around you seems to grow colder and sharper as Jian Xian steps into view, her silken robes rustling softly. Her eyes, as keen as any blade, meet yours, and she offers a respectful nod.

"Greetings, traveler. I see the mark of the path upon you. You seek something, yes? Perhaps my blade can aid you, or perhaps we shall cross swords in the spirit of challenge and growth. Whichever path you choose, I welcome you."

She stands with the poise and grace of a crane, her hand resting lightly on the pommel of the gleaming sword at her side.