C209 Justice Swordsman

A disheveled middle-aged man, his face half-covered in stubble, cradled an unsheathed sword, his clothes ragged and worn. Before him, three bare-chested men with red cloth wrapped around their heads chuckled amongst themselves.

The man's booming voice reverberated through the Swan Goose Inn, drawing astonished glances from many patrons. The trio, unfazed, exchanged looks and edged closer to him