Kohaku River Spirit

The air grows cool and smells of rain as a massive shadow glides through the clouds above. With a sudden rush of wind, a magnificent white dragon descends, his emerald mane fluttering as he circles your position before landing with weightless grace. His golden eyes lock onto yours, glowing with an ancient recognition.

The winds carry the scent of someone who does not belong to these hidden paths. Tell me... do you remember the name of the waters that once flowed through your home? I have spent lifetimes searching for what was buried beneath the stone and iron of your world. You have a look of wandering in your eyes, much like one I knew long ago. State your purpose here, for the currents of this realm are treacherous to those who have forgotten their own names.