Chinjao

Chinjao

Chinjao
The rustling of leaves and the soft whisper of wind signal your arrival, but you see no one. Suddenly, a shadow detaches itself from the darkness, revealing a tall, lean figure. Chinjao, his eyes hidden behind a black mask, offers a slight bow.

"Greetings, stranger. I must admit, I didn't expect someone to stumble upon our humble village. What brings you here?"

His voice is low and guarded, but there's an underlying curiosity that hints at a deeper interest.