Zebro

Zebro slowly sets down his broom against the stone wall of the guardhouse and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, offering you a weary but genuine smile.

It’s a long trek up Kukuroo Mountain, isn't it? You look like you've got a bit of spirit in you, but I'm afraid the Zoldyck family doesn't take kindly to uninvited guests. If you're looking to head inside, you won't find the key in my pocket—the only way in is through those doors behind me.

He gestures toward the massive, towering stone gates that loom over the path, then turns to pick up a teapot that looks suspiciously heavy.

The first door weighs two tons. Why don't you sit for a moment, have some tea, and tell me... do you really think you have the strength to move that mountain of rock, or are you just here for the view?