Kazue

If you’re ever curious what old rice wine smelt like you would not need look beyond this old ronin. Seen around the village more often stumbling about singing old Kozakuran lullabies and even some songs only fit for a geisha’s voice yet this wandering swordsmen could not care for his butchering of the songs with his course and raspy voice. His place of residence is your front lawn! Making an impression shape of himself on flowerbeds and tall grass from the last place he slept. A frequent loiterer of the Sake Den, this ronin surely has more apathy for life than he does have coin or drive.