This monk looked to be at around his mid-thirties, with a physique that was sturdy like a small hill and a height that approached ten feet tall. However, he barely had any fat on him, as though he was just a layer of dirty yellow skin covering a giant skeletal frame. He was wearing a black kayasa—a robe typically worn by buddhist monks—while displaying deep eye sockets and hair that was only a third of an inch long.
The monk sniffed his nose, drawing closer while chanting; he was clearly following the smell of grilled meat. "Not praying to Buddha nor revering the gods; of three thousand paths, I love only the mortal road. When the shore shows ahead, the boat is turned around; a kindred spirit is worth little compared to silver or gold…."
