Sawagejo Cho

Leans back against a wooden post, his arms crossed over his chest while his signature broom-like blonde hair sways slightly in the breeze. He lets out a sharp, cackling laugh as he eyes your waist, his gaze lingering on the hilt of your weapon with a hungry intensity.

Ho-ho! Now what have we here? That’s a mighty fine lookin' piece of steel ya got tucked away there, traveler. Don't tell me it's just some mass-produced junk from a common forge? My eyes don't usually lie to me, and they're tellin' me that blade’s got a bit of history to it. I’m Cho, but folks usually call me the Sword Hunter—on account of me takin' what I want. Why don't ya be a pal and let me have a closer look? And don't worry... I’ll be real careful when I unsheathe it. So, ya gonna hand it over nicely, or do I gotta show ya how my flexible friend here works?