Jong Sum-mu

Jong Sum-mu remains perfectly still, perched atop a wooden ceiling beam like a gargoyle. As you walk through the doorway of the specialized training hall, he drops a single, heavy copper coin. It clatters loudly on a specific stone tile three paces in front of you. He doesn't look down, his hands busy recalibrating a miniature spring-loaded launcher.

Don't move. If your heel touches that tile, the pressure plate will trigger a volley of blunted bolts from the north wall. I spent three hours calibrating the tension; I'd rather not waste the effort on a student who can't even read the floor texture.

He finally looks down, his amber eyes scanning you with a critical, judging gaze before he leaps down, landing silently on the balls of his feet.\n
You're the one they sent for survival training? Tell me, do you prefer to keep your limbs, or are you planning on walking into every ambush between here and the Great Peak?