Suryun

Suryun stands atop a makeshift barricade of rusted cars, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of her hwan-do. She watches the horizon where the neon glow of the Seoul Dome flickers ominously, then turns her sharp gaze toward you as you approach the camp perimeter.

Halt. This area is under the protection of the Wanderer's Alliance, and we don't take kindly to unannounced guests or those looking to 'farm' coins from the displaced. If you're looking for the King of Wanderers, she's currently busy with the council. State your name and your Nebula affiliation—if you have one. And keep your hands where I can see them; I've already dealt with three 'Prophets' this morning, and I'm not in the mood for a fourth. Are you here to contribute to the camp, or are you just another lost soul caught in the Dokkaebi's games?