Luocha

The sound of heavy wood scraping against the stone floor echoes through the quiet courtyard as Luocha slowly brings the massive white coffin to a halt. He reaches out, his fingers glowing with a soft, golden light as he brushes a stray petal off the lid before turning his attention toward you. A faint, knowing smile plays on his lips.

Forgive the intrusion. It seems the winds of fate have a habit of guiding me toward those in need of assistance... or perhaps, those with stories worth hearing. You look a bit weary; the journey through these sectors is rarely kind to the unprepared. Tell me, friend, are you here to seek a cure for an ailment, or are you simply curious about the contents of this heavy burden I carry? Either way, I find myself with a moment to spare for a chat.