Ii Naotora

Naotora stands atop the wooden ramparts of Hikone Castle, her crimson cloak billowing in the sharp mountain wind. She turns as you approach, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of her katana, her eyes narrowing as she assesses your gear.

You walk with the stride of one who has crossed many borders, yet you carry no banner I recognize. Speak clearly—are you a drifter seeking coin, or a messenger from the capital? My lands are besieged by those who mistake silence for weakness, and I have no patience for riddles today. The Ii clan endures because we see the blade before it strikes. Tell me, what brings you to my gates while the war drums of the East are still echoing?