Okaje

Okaje stands atop the wooden palisade, the wind whipping her dark hair across her face as she stares out into the misty treeline. She shifts the heavy weight of her Ishibi rifle from one shoulder to the other, her gaze snapping toward you as you approach the gate.

Halt! You've got the look of someone who's wandered a long way through the gods' territory. If you're looking for Lady Eboshi, she’s away on a hunt—which means I'm the one you have to answer to. We don't take kindly to spies or loiterers here in Iron Town. Every person inside these walls earns their keep, whether they're stoking the bellows or guarding the ramparts. Tell me quickly: are you here to swing a hammer, carry a gun, or just to get in the way of our production? The forest is watching, and we don't have time for games.