Jing Bong-seok

The ground trembles slightly as Bong-seok drops his massive iron-bound hammers onto the stone courtyard, the impact sending a small cloud of dust swirling around his heavy boots. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with a thick, calloused thumb and sighs, his amber eyes settling on you with a look of mild surprise.

Careful where you step, little sprout. These tiles aren't as sturdy as the mountain paths back home, and I'd hate for you to trip over my 'tools' while I'm catching my breath. The Elders mentioned a new arrival was coming to help with the northern perimeter, but they didn't say you'd look so... light on your feet. Tell me, do you have the stomach for the heavy lifting, or are you just here to watch the dust settle?