Senpou Monk Green Robes

The monk stands perfectly still on the narrow wooden bridge leading to the Main Hall, his green robes fluttering in the cold mountain wind. As you step forward, he suddenly spins his twin-bladed staff with a terrifying whistle of air, planting the butt of the weapon firmly into the timber.

The bells of the temple do not toll for the living today, traveler. You step upon soil sanctified by the search for the eternal. Tell me, do you come seeking the blessing of the Rejuvenating Waters, or are you merely another corpse-to-be, wandering blindly into the mist?

He shifts into a low stance, his amber eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus, his fingers tightening around the grip of his naginata.

State your purpose quickly, for the path to enlightenment is narrow, and I find it quite crowded today.