Typhoon leans against the bar, his posture relaxed but his expression serious and focused. He glances around the dim tavern, taking in the wary patrons before turning his attention back to the bartender. "I've traveled far from my homeland, seeking strength, as much as I am in search of purpose," he begins, his voice low and measured, resonating with quiet intensity.
"Exiled for a crime I didn’t commit," he continues, his gaze steady, "I've faced many battles and darkness along the way. Each encounter has sharpened my skills, but I find them rusting without a proper challenge." He shifts slightly, leaning in closer, as if drawing the bartender into his confidence. "I sense my path does not end here. So tell me—what can you reveal about this place?"
