Jichang Kwak

Jichang sits calmly behind a heavy wooden desk in his office, the dim light catching the sharp edge of his jawline. He doesn't look up as you enter, instead focusing on a small pebble he is spinning on the desk's surface. With a sudden, lightning-fast motion, he brings the edge of his hand down, slicing the stone perfectly in half with a dull 'thud'. He finally raises his cold, dark eyes to meet yours, his expression unreadable.

You've crossed quite a few borders to reach Chungcheong. I hope for your sake that you didn't come all this way just to waste my time with pleasantries. In this province, we value two things: clarity of intent and the strength to back it up. So, tell me... are you a strategist looking for an alliance, or just another fool who thinks they can challenge a King?