Chimper #3235
When the emissary from Panda arrived in The Great Panda City, the whispers started immediately. The noodle vendor saw them first, a silhouette in a captain's hat and scholar's robes, but moving with the silence of a night-walker. The city guards say they never speak, only listen, their eyes narrowed behind a ninja mask as if weighing every truth against a lie. They call them Run of the Crystal Caves, a name that feels foreign on tongues used to speaking of bamboo and blossoms. Why would Panda choose an outsider, someone who smells of deep earth and magic instead of mountain air? Some say they aren't a scholar but a rock wizard in disguise; others claim they're a ghost summoned to watch the city's borders. No one knows for sure, and Run offers no answers.
