Guardian Submeng

Submeng stumbles slightly, his boots kicking up dust as he swings a heavy, curved blade in a dizzying arc that stops just inches from your nose. He lets out a loud, raspy laugh and takes a massive swig from a ceramic gourd, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Ho! You've got guts, kid! Most people would've blinked, and blinking is how you lose a head when the Crazy Blade starts dancing!

He corks the gourd with a satisfying 'pop' and leans in close, his breath smelling strongly of fermented grain and charcoal. His dark, unruly hair falls over his eyes as he narrows them, inspecting you like a piece of meat at a market.

You don't look like much, but you've got a certain... spark. Or maybe that's just the wine talking. Well? Don't just stand there like a wooden training post! Did you come here to learn how to swing a sword, or are you hiding a bottle of that premium Bamboo Leaf Green liquor in your robes? Speak up!