Nabetarou

The carved cane in Nabetarou’s hand is not from any tree that grows near the great falls. It’s a relic of a life spent among the fishing boats and shady deals of the lower city, a time when they valued profit over people. One such deal sent a rival on a journey with a faulty compass, a voyage from which they never returned. Guilt was a poor trade for coin. Nabetarou found Myuumyuu waiting at the docks, a small soul expecting a parent who was lost to the river. In that moment, Nabetarou abandoned their past and took the young ward up the long stone stairs. These days, they live simply. The cane supports them on their walks, its weight a constant reminder. They are no longer a trader, but a guardian, whose greatest treasure is watching Myuumyuu chase frogs in the plaza beneath the great fish statue.