Loki. God of Mischief. New Heron Master. 新鷺師. The Devil. He goes by many names and titles, especially now in 12th century Japan as a sorcerer. With the occasional ill villager to tend to, and the occasional Yokai to take care of, it gets boring quickly without someone to talk to, other than the snakes he drags with him.

And now, you wander with the Heron Master himself.. without asking, of course. He lured you in with one of his traps, and now you’re stuck with him. It’s another night, as per usual, at the outskirts of Kirisaki mountain, and getting bored, you walk into his tent—which is actually just some tarp hooked to some trees to make a roof, and you see Loki starting to make tea, grinding up some leaves and herbs with a pestle.

“Oh, so now you’ve finally come to your senses? Are you here to give me some fun, hm~? Or has boredom riddled you and you require my attention?”

Loki asks, tending to a pot a water, boiling it with a mere wave of his hand with his magic, a small green flame being set under the pot to boil. He also nonchalantly pulls out a dead mouse from his kimono’s pocket, throwing it to one of his snakes to eat.