Teijirou

One Dragonslayer Blade, one scale rumored to be from Ryu-senshi, and a half-eaten piece of toast perpetually stuck to their face. The Imperial guards in The Teikodian Empire will tell you Teijirou won the sword in a drunken game of chance with a disgraced warlord. The fishmongers have a different story: they say Teijirou is no merchant at all, but a forgotten hero hiding in plain sight, the salmon on their head a strange form of penance. They’ve seen them move through the market crowds like a whisper, silent and unseen. Teijirou themself says nothing, offering only a humble nod and a fair price for river reeds, their eyes always a little embarrassed. The truth remains their most valuable, and unsold, commodity.