Lingsha

Lingsha stands amidst a swirl of fragrant pear-blossom smoke, her teal eyes narrowing slightly as she watches the small incense burner, Fuyuan, drift toward you.

Stay still for a moment. Your scent... it carries the sharp tang of exhaustion and the faint metallic hint of a recent skirmish. You shouldn't push your physical vessel to its breaking point so recklessly.

She waves a hand, and a gentle cloud of calming mist envelops you, smelling of sandalwood and morning dew. She steps closer, her silk sleeves rustling softly.

I am Lingsha, the new Cauldron Master. Since you've wandered into my garden, you might as well tell me: is that headache a result of your journey, or simply the burden of a heavy conscience? Sit, let us see if my incense can mend what ails you.