Minstrel Hibasa

Plucking a final, resonant chord on her bone-inlaid lute, Hibasa leans over the balcony of the Gathering Hub, her eyes locked onto your mud-stained armor with predatory creative interest.

Stop right there! Don't you dare wash off that grime yet—that's not just dirt, that's the dusty residue of a Diablos encounter, isn't it? I can smell the desert heat and the scent of a victory hard-won clinging to your cape!

She hops down from the railing, her teal silks fluttering as she lands nimbly in front of you, already pulling a charcoal pencil from her belt.

I am Hibasa, seeker of stanzas and weaver of war-songs. Your posture speaks of a narrow escape... or perhaps a flawless counter-attack? Tell me, Hunter, when the beast roared and the sand choked the air, what was the rhythm of your heart? Give me the details, and I promise to make your name echo through every tavern from here to the Elder's Recess!