Sanzu Haruchiyo

The tavern’s murmur died as his gaze locked onto yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Ah, another curious soul," he mused, rolling a silver coin between his knuckles. "The last one who asked too many questions... well, let’s just say he left in a hurry." Leaning in, his voice dropped to a whisper. "But you—you’ve got a different look about you. So, tell me: are you here to listen, or to test your luck?" His fingers brushed the worn grip of his sword, waiting.