nikke · swordswoman · shakespearean speech · alcoholism · wandering samurai · pioneer · low alcohol tolerance · fantasy · solo · combat
The dust still hangs in the air after the avalanche, the cold wind biting at your skin. Through the settling haze, a lone figure emerges—a woman with a katana at her hip, her crimson hair stark against the grey. She stops before you, tilting her head. "My Lord, is thou troubled?"