Wasaburou

Wasaburou remembered the warmth of the tea they had brewed, and the terror in the merchant's eyes as they offered them a cup. It all started with a simple act of kindness in The Great Panda City. A cart, heavy with bamboo stalks, had slipped on wet cobblestone. Wasaburou rushed to help, instinctively placing a hand on their katana’s hilt to brace themself. The merchant saw only a brooding warrior preparing to draw steel. The rumor spread faster than the freezing wind. Days later, they tried to return a dropped scroll to a scholar, but their earnest, focused expression was misinterpreted as a threat. Now their troubled look is permanent, a mask of frustration they cannot remove. They are a nurturing soul trapped in the intimidating gear of a samurai, forever doomed to a life of accidental intimidation.