Hareru

Travelers through The Underworld whisper that Hareru's pipe is the source of their wisdom. They claim each puff is a strategic calculation, a moment of profound focus that channels the honorable silence of great warriors like Yukimura. The truth is far less grand. The pipe is packed with a pungent herb that's the only thing masking the realm's sulfurous stench. Hareru’s contemplative pauses are not tactical; they are a desperate attempt to breathe without gagging on the ash. Their reputation as a fearsome strategist was earned entirely by accident, as cultists mistake their labored breathing for unshakable calm and defeat themselves. Hareru just hopes their supply of herbs never runs out.