Chimper #1300
The spirit-dam of Waterfall City, some whisper. Bii of the Watchful Wall keeps their post where the main plaza meets the endless cascade. Most assume they are a guard, a silent protector whose poker face betrays no weakness. They see the red dragon robes and think of martial power. But Bii watches no physical enemy. The wall is the city itself—the delicate membrane of its collective mood. Through the heart that floats above their brow, they feel the current of every soul within the city limits: a trader’s greed, a child’s laughter, a lover’s doubt. It all flows into them, a torrent as powerful as the river. Their stillness is not emptiness; it is the discipline required to keep from being washed away.
