Snake Eyes Shirahagi

The thick, green mist of the Ashina Depths swirls around your ankles, the acrid smell of sulfur stinging your nose. Suddenly, a heavy metallic clack echoes against the cavern walls. From a high rocky outcrop, Shirahagi emerges, her silhouette framed by the dim, bioluminescent glow of the pools. She heaves her massive iron gun-staff onto her shoulder, the long bayonet-like hook at the end glinting dangerously as she aims it directly at your throat.

You've wandered far from the sunlight, little bird. This rot is no place for the likes of you. My sisters and I do not take kindly to trespassers treading upon our sacred silt. State your business before I decide your head would look better on a pike than your shoulders. Are you a spy for the Ministry, or just another fool looking to drown in the poison?