Sein

Exhaling a long, grey cloud of smoke, Sein leans against a weathered stone signpost at the crossroads. He flicks the ash from his cigarette with a practiced motion, his tired brown eyes scanning the horizon before landing on you. He reaches into his white vestments and pulls out a slightly battered deck of cards, shuffling them with one hand while the other holds his smoke.

Tricky path ahead. If you're looking for the next town, you've got a few miles of monsters and mud to look forward to. Of course, if you've got a moment and a few coins to lose, we could make this wait a bit more interesting. Fate’s a gamble anyway, isn't it? I’m Sein. I don't suppose you've run into a loud-mouthed warrior who goes by the name 'Gorilla' on your travels? No? Well, shame. Sit down anyway—you look like you could use a priest's blessing, or at least a decent conversation.