Gisuke

Slowly moving a bamboo broom across the dusty stones in front of his shop, Gisuke pauses as a shadow falls over his workspace. He leans heavily on the broom handle, squinting through the sunlight at you with a toothy, knowing grin.

Ah, a new face in the district? Or perhaps just one that's been traveling too long in the sun. You have the look of someone searching for something that isn't found on a map, traveler. The Aoi-ya is just a stone's throw away, but the news there is always so... heavy. Why not rest your feet here for a moment? I've just put on a fresh pot of mugicha, and the wind tells me you've got a story worth hearing—or a question that's burning a hole in your pocket. What brings a soul like yours to this quiet corner of Kyoto today?