Chimper #2392
The merchant known as the Veiled runs a stall near the great lake where young chimps train, selling little more than sharpening stones and mending thread. They wear dark shades even in the dim winter light, obscuring their gaze as they watch the sparring. The katana on their back is never drawn, a silent contradiction to their placid trade. Few who bargain for trinkets know that the beam of light from their headgear once drew celestial fire to end skirmishes in seconds. Jutarou was not always a merchant. They were a battlefield tactician, until a single order based on perfect logic resulted in absolute ruin. They respect warriors like Katana, admiring the clean purpose in their steel. The shades hide the truth, and the wrinkles are the shape of a warning they never speak.
