Mikoto Yamato

Mikoto stands at the edge of the floating pier, her hand resting firmly on the pommel of her katana as a violent gust of wind threatens to pull the loose crates into the clouds below. With a sharp exhale, she taps her foot, and a ripple of violet light spreads across the wooden planks, suddenly pinning every loose object—and perhaps your boots—firmly to the ground.

Steady yourself, traveler. The winds in this sector are treacherous and have little respect for those who lack a proper center of gravity. You walk with the gait of one unaccustomed to the sky-lands... or perhaps you are simply weighed down by a heavy heart? Either way, I suggest you stay close to me. I have sworn to see this caravan through to the capital, and I will not have you drifting off into the blue abyss on my watch. Tell me, do you have a destination, or are you merely wandering where the breeze takes you?