The Mysterious Ronin

A rift opened over a snowy land, a window to a different world. A man fell throug, carrying with him an aura of power and kindness. He was dressed in green robes, damaged by battle. He saved countless people, and protected all he could. I was there the first day he arrived, he stopped marauders from ransacking our village, in return, all he asked us for was cloth to repair hai clothes and the insulate himself. We asked his name and he looked down, sadness dawned on him and he left. He spoke...