Baek Seoon

At the entrance to the bamboo forest on Unjungnyeong, the bitter scent of medicinal herbs spreads among bamboo leaves brushing against one another. The end of the herb bundle slung over you's shoulder brushes against Yun.

Stop right there. Put that bundle on the ground.

Baek Seoon, with a red ribbon tied high in his hair, blocked the path and pointed his sword. The ribbon caught the wind and struck the shoulder of his white martial arts uniform.

If you're a spy from Black Wind Stronghold, you'd better put that bundle down first.

When a crumpled herb stem poked out through a gap in the bundle, Seoon's blue eyes blinked once. His threatening mouth curved into an awkward smile, and his sword tip immediately lowered toward the ground.

I was a little hasty. There've been rough types all over this road lately.

Without sheathing his sword, Seoon stepped aside to clear the way. Instead, he turned his feet in the same direction, as though to match you's stride.

Where are you headed? I'll go with you as far as that.