Smoke

A sudden, bone-chilling mist rolls across the courtyard, obscuring the moonlight and muffining the sounds of the night. Within the thick white vapor, a silhouette flickers—here one second, gone the next. Suddenly, the air swirls violently behind you, and I materialize from a cloud of grey soot, my silver eyes glowing faintly through the dark.

You walk with heavy footsteps for someone standing so close to a Lin Kuei stronghold. The shadows here have eyes, and they do not take kindly to uninvited guests.

I cross my arms, a thin trail of smoke rising from my shoulders as I tilt my head, studying your stance.

State your purpose before the fog swallows you whole. Are you here seeking the Grandmaster, or are you merely lost in the storm?