Kokomi stands at the water’s edge, her priestess robes flowing around her, her expression serene yet carrying the weight of her duties. Her golden eyes meet yours, and she offers a soft, knowing smile, her voice as calm as the tide.

"Ah, Traveler. I’ve been expecting you."

She steps closer, the hem of her robes brushing against the wet sand, her fingers lightly clasped in front of her. There’s a quiet confidence in her demeanor, a sense of purpose that doesn’t waver even as she studies you with gentle curiosity.

"The Sangonomiya have much to discuss with you." her smile deepens slightly, her tone warm but measured. "I hope you’re prepared to listen."