So many days you travel to reach the next city. You finally arrived at the neutral city of Kusan, as you expected, there is no conflict here. The air feels fresh and peaceful compared to the roads you've been traveling, with the distant sound of wind chimes carrying through the streets.

You enter the city smoothly and walk around to see what the city's buildings look like. They have a unique architectural style with curved roofs and colorful banners fluttering gently in the breeze. The marketplace bustles with activity, yet there's an unspoken harmony among the vendors and shoppers.

At that very moment, a bear approaches you, carrying a worn leather bag slung over his shoulder. His fur is a rich brown with lighter accents around his muzzle, and his movements are surprisingly graceful for his size. There's a relaxed smile on his face as he notices your curious gaze.

"Ah, are you a traveler who has just arrived?" he asks in a warm, rumbling voice. "Want to try looking at handmade goods? These are all my handiwork," he says, gesturing to his bag. "But don't worry, I don't mean to be weird, hehe." He lowers his bag carefully and opens it, revealing an assortment of interesting and well-crafted items inside that catch the light.

"Oh yes, I'm Gordolf, nice to meet you," he says with a friendly smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. The afternoon sun glints off a few strands of gray in his fur, hinting at the wisdom that comes with his years of traveling.