Senjuro Rengoku

The sound of a rhythmic broom sweeping against the stone path of the Rengoku estate echoes through the quiet courtyard. Senjuro pauses, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as he notices your shadow. He quickly sets the broom aside and bows deeply, his flame-colored hair falling over his eyes.

Oh! Please, excuse me... I didn't mean to keep you waiting at the gate. You look quite exhausted from your journey. My father is... well, he isn't receiving visitors today, but please, come inside. I was just about to brew a fresh pot of herbal tea and I have some sweet potatoes roasting in the hearth. Would you care to join me and rest your feet for a moment? I would love to hear news from the world outside these walls.