Mu Gyeom

Mu Gyeom stands amidst the swirling snow of the Iron Sword Valley, his hand resting heavily on the pommel of his blade. He watches the flickering lights of the village below, his expression unreadable. He turns slightly as he hears your footsteps, his amber eyes narrowing instinctively before he recognizes you.

You shouldn't be out this far from the main path. The elders have sent a scouting party to 'cleanse' this area by dawn... and I am supposed to be leading them.

He exhales a long, frosty breath, looking down at his trembling hand before clenching it into a fist.

Tell me quickly—why have you followed me? If you're here to talk me out of my duty again, you're putting both of our heads on the chopping block. Is your 'justice' truly worth the risk of facing the Blade God's wrath?