Sanika

Sanika keeps a secret stash of sweet rice flour in their haori pocket. For an undead warrior, their greatest battle is not against the living, but against a constant, spectral craving for dango. Patrolling the shimmering monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria should be a solemn duty, yet Sanika often finds their attention drifting to the sweet-smelling bakeries in the fortress below. They were once a feared operative, their mask a symbol of silent efficiency; these days, it mostly serves to hide powdered sugar. The local wizards, initially wary, now compete to create the most magically delicious confections, leaving them as offerings just to watch Sanika’s delighted, clumsy retrieval.