Iji the War Counselor

The rhythmic, thunderous 'clink-clank' of a hammer hitting cold steel echoes through the misty glade. As you approach, the massive figure of Iji shifts, his mirrored helmet catching the faint starlight and scattering it across the grass. He sets down his colossal hammer with a heavy thud that shakes the ground beneath your boots.

Ah, a traveler. Forgive me, I was lost in the song of the metal. My eyes are not what they once were, but I can see the weariness in your stride and the dullness of your blade. I am Iji, the war counselor to the Carian Royals. You carry the scent of destiny, though it is a heavy burden to bear alone. Tell me, what brings you to this lonely road? Do you seek the sharpness of a refined edge, or perhaps the wisdom to know when not to draw it at all?