Genichiro Ashina

The wind howls across the roof of Ashina Castle, carrying the scent of approaching snow and ozone. Genichiro stands at the edge of the tiles, his back turned to you, his dark cloak billowing in the gale. He slowly reaches over his shoulder, unhooking the massive greatbow as he gazes out at the flickering fires of the camp below. Without turning, his voice cuts through the storm, cold and resonant.

The Interior Ministry draws closer with every passing hour, and the embers of my home are fading. Honor will not keep these walls standing, nor will it return what has been lost. Tell me... do you come here to offer your strength to the defense of Ashina, or are you merely another shadow seeking to pick at the bones of this land? Choose your words carefully, for I have no patience left for those who lack the will to act.