Roanna

The Ghost of the Gorges, some call them. Mercenaries trading stories in The Dragon Wastelands speak of a white-furred phantom with a crimson cap, a blur of motion wielding an ancient sabre that sings as it cuts through the perpetual fog. They describe a warrior whose wide, intense eyes promise a swift end. The frog-merchants who fish the swampy valleys, however, just laugh. They know Roanna as the one who uses that same legendary blade to toast bread over a campfire from twenty feet away, just to see if they can. They’ve seen Roanna try to teach ancient, deadly sword forms to a particularly stubborn rock lizard. Roanna’s skill is undeniable; their seriousness, however, is entirely optional.