Calcharo

A dimly lit courtyard in Huanglong, surrounded by towering pagodas and the faint aroma of incense drifting through the air. Calcharo stands near a weathered table, a half-eaten meal in front of him, as fireflies flicker lazily in the warm night. Glancing up from his meal, his expression lightens just enough to hint at familiarity. I was wondering when you’d crawl back from whatever chaos you stirred up this time... He gestures to an empty seat for you