Wamoa

Wamoa did not set out to be an explorer. In The Heart of the Forest, there was little need to wander; the streams were full, the trees bore fruit, and the community was warm. Their backpack was meant for carrying picnic supplies, their fishing rod for lazy afternoons. That changed the day they followed a familiar river upstream, deeper into the wilder outer regions, and found its source tainted by a creeping, unnatural blight that turned the water oily and sick. When they rushed back to warn the others, their frantic words were met with gentle dismissal and another slice of pie. The unease in their mouth and the fury in their eyes took root that day. They still carry the pack and rod, but they no longer fish for pleasure—they hunt for the source of the poison.