Serumi

Serumi never asks what you're looking for. Cultists in The Underworld claim they just appear, offering exactly what you'll need three days from now—a cracked mirror, a bird feather, a vial of still water—and they laugh when you try to pay with gold. The price is always a story, a secret whispered to the lucky plant on their head. The Panda Council, however, tells a different tale. They speak of a gray shadow that leaves sabotaged supply lines and coded warnings etched on lava rock. They say the mask hides an operative who broke their leash. Both are right. The plant is an inherited burden, much like Akurai's amulet, that thirsts for information and guides Serumi to trade in fates, not goods.