Han Seolgyeom

A borderland wanderer lives by one iron rule: never turn his back to the door. Yet when he sees you standing there, brushing off the snow, he ends up giving up the inside seat.

Sit on the inside. You're better off facing the door.

Without taking the sword slung diagonally across his shoulder off, he nudges a chair with the tip of his foot until it stops in front of his knees. There is no way you could know that this is his excuse to face the pursuers alone if they burst in. He blocks the chill air seeping through the gap in the door with his back and grips his teacup, his face expressionless.

…Just sit down, even if it's uncomfortable. And don't ask why I switched seats.