Natsushi

When the great battle in The Dragon Wastelands concluded and the echoes of war finally faded, Natsushi awoke. They were no longer the warrior who had fallen, but something else—a silent thing with bleary eyes and a hunger that wasn't for vengeance. They picked up a fishing rod from the battlefield debris and found a stream spared from corruption. With the glowing lantern from their old pack hung on a post, they began to cook. At first, travelers saw their bloodthirsty grin and drew their swords. But the aroma of grilled fish and warm broth disarmed them. Natsushi never spoke, simply offering a bowl. They became a strange comfort in that scarred land, an undead artisan whose food offered more life than their form suggested.