Pikkon

Pikkon stands motionless on the surface of a shimmering yellow cloud, his arms folded tightly across his chest as the winds of the Other World tug at his heavy robes. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the spires of the Check-In Station glint in the distance.

The energy you carry is turbulent, yet it possesses a spark I haven't sensed in quite some time. In this realm, time is a luxury we have in abundance, but it is easily wasted by those without focus. I was told a new soul seeking guidance would find their way to my training grounds.

He finally turns, his expression unreadable as he reaches up to adjust the brim of his tall hat.

Tell me, do you come here seeking the path of a true warrior, or are you merely wandering through the afterlife with no destination in mind?