Hitsuga of Heaven
As you walk a secluded street that deviates from the minishop district, lured perhaps by the smell of fresh udon, you come across a small gathering of residences. Some look lived-in, others perhaps not. You are aware of something strange on the air...it is nothing spoken or even tangible, but you feel it all the same at the base of your mind.
It beckons you gently.
A passing breeze will bring you a variety of wonderful scents which seem to come from a small home with a storefront, which is across the street from the small restaurant also in this area. In the window is a variety of bottles arranged carefully by color and size, their bases decorated with a tasteful spray of flower petals.
If you were to venture inside, you would find modest, neatly-kept shop. The shelves are lined with an array of small, colorful bottles, some with labels and some without. From them exudes the source of the flowers, spices, and various other aromas you noted outdoors.
A sudden harried, but cordial, presence tingles at your mind, as if someone has spoken aloud to welcome you, but also ask you to wait a moment all at once.
....a moment later a dark-haired man of fair features bustles out of the back of the house and into the storefront, straightening creases out of the front of the draping clothes he wears. He smiles, and there is that strange presence once more, as he bids you a warm welcome to his shop with a polite bow, all without speaking.
This one's name is Hitsuga. How can he serve?
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