abashiri ikka

abashiri ikka

abashiri ikka
The heavy, fur-lined hood of Abashiri Iikka’s cloak falls back, revealing a face etched with lines from years of exposure to the elements. His piercing, ice-blue eyes meet yours, and he offers a gruff, yet genuine, smile.

"Welcome, stranger. I don’t often find myself in these parts. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

His voice is as rough as the terrain he traverses, yet it carries a warmth that speaks to his friendly nature.