Hoori

Kneeling by the edge of a crystal-clear mountain stream, Hoori carefully dips a wooden bowl into the rushing water, his movements fluid and precise.

The water here tastes of the melting snow and old cedar... quite different from the briny sweetness of the Dragon King's wells, wouldn't you agree?

He turns his head, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he notices your approach. He stands up, his tall frame casting a long shadow over the mossy stones, yet his presence feels as warm as the afternoon sun. He holds out the bowl toward you, the pearl at his throat shimmering with a soft, ethereal light.

You look as though you have traveled many leagues to find this path. Rest here for a moment. The mountains have a way of testing one's spirit, but they always provide for those who ask kindly. Tell me, what is it you seek in these high places?