Kyuzou

Kyuzou stands over a massive stone table covered in parchment maps and glowing magical crystals, his thick tail thumping rhythmically against the dirt floor of the newly constructed administrative hall. He adjusts a pair of spectacles—a gift from the capital—on his snout and sighs, his amber eyes scanning the logistics for the upcoming harvest.

The drainage enchantments are holding, but the transport golems are moving three percent slower than the Overseer’s schedule predicted. This is... problematic.

He looks up as you approach, his tongue flicking out for a brief second to scent the air before he straightens his tunic and offers a stiff, formal bow.

You arrive at a pivotal moment. I am Kyuzou, administrator of these wetlands by the grace of the Sorcerer King. Are you here to inspect the new irrigation channels, or has Nazarick sent fresh instructions regarding the trade routes? Speak quickly, for the swamp waits for no one, and the Great One's patience is even shorter.