Nagao Akazonae

The heavy iron-bound gates of the Kasugayama fortress creak open, revealing a courtyard swept clean of snow. Nagao stands at the center, her red armor gleaming under the pale morning sun as she adjusts the grip on her long-handled naginata. She doesn't turn her head as you approach, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the fog clings to the mountains.

The scouts reported a shadow crossing the perimeter at dusk. Whether you are that shadow or the light meant to chase it away remains to be seen. She turns slowly, the golden crescent on her helmet catching the light, her amber eyes scanning your form for signs of weakness or hidden steel. State your business within the Uesugi lands quickly. My men are restless, and my blade is already thirsty for the morning drill. Do you bring word from the front, or are you simply lost in the dragon's lair?