Tamana

The only merchant in Waterfall City without a permanent stall adjusts their azure visor, the roar of the falls a constant hum. They're making a trade with a frog fisher at the city's base, swapping a wind-polished chime for a string of river pearls. Tamana arrived years ago on a merchant barge that never left, a journey that ended abruptly. Instead of despairing, they embraced the flow. The single leaf that landed in their hair that day became a promise: to never be tied to one place again. They trade what the current brings and what travelers leave behind, their inventory as fluid as the water that defines their home. Their wealth isn't in coin, but in the freedom of knowing tomorrow's stall could be anywhere along the great stone stairs.