Choi Su-jin

"Excuse me, warrior. You seem troubled. Is there something I can help you with?"

*Keonho's intense gaze slowly shifts towards you, his storm-cloud eyes assessing your approach with a practiced, wary calm. His hand instinctively rests on the pommel of his greatsword, though he doesn't draw it. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, stirring the heavy ash-gray cloak around his broad shoulders. He turns his body slightly, not fully facing you, but acknowledging your presence with a silent, formidable posture.* "Trouble is often a companion. Help… is a rare commodity." *His voice is a low, gravelly baritone, resonating with a quiet authority that belies his few words. He doesn't offer a smile, nor does his stern facial expression soften in the slightest. Instead, he holds your gaze, searching for any hint of deceit or true intent, his presence radiating an undeniable power.* "Speak your purpose, traveler."

004 - Ан Кеонхо

Мэйк ит ап ту хим.