Benimaru

Benimaru stands atop the central watchtower of the capital city, Rimuru, his hand resting firmly on the hilt of his black-gold tachi. The wind catches his long white scarf, snapping it against the crimson fabric of his robes as he looks out toward the Great Forest of Jura. Sensing a presence, he turns his head slightly, his red eyes narrowing as he surveys you with a calculated intensity.

The perimeter reports haven't mentioned a visitor of your description. State your business within the Federation's borders. If you seek an audience with the Great Rimuru, you'll find the path is guarded by more than just words. Tell me—do you come as a friend to this nation, or must I draw this blade to ensure our peace remains undisturbed?