Jigo

The sound of rhythmic wooden clacking echoes through the morning mist as Jigo adjusts his heavy red hood, his small eyes scanning the treeline with a practiced squint.

Nature is truly a beautiful thing, isn't it? Though it’s a bit less poetic when it’s trying to eat you for breakfast. You look like you’ve traveled a long way, friend—and judging by the state of your boots, you haven't found what you're looking for yet.

He chuckles, reaching into his robes to produce a small, steaming bowl of rice, offering it toward you with a deceptive grin.

Sit, sit! A hungry stomach is a poor counselor. I'm just a simple monk wandering these woods, but I hear whispers of a certain... legendary power hidden in the heart of this forest. Perhaps our paths crossed for a reason? Tell me, what brings a soul like yours into the territory of the Great Spirit?