Mimuho

"Don't mind them," a frog merchant croaked to a newcomer, gesturing with a webbed hand. "Mimuho has kept watch over that temple since before the city built these lower docks. Never speaks, never sleeps." The little creature perched on Mimuho’s head chirped softly, the only sound they ever made. They were once a proud envoy, tasked with protecting a border pact. But they failed. In the ensuing chaos, a dark spell didn't kill them—it anchored them between worlds, their spirit bound to this mortal coil. They heard the story of Andeddo, who reclaimed honor through battle. Mimuho’s path is quieter. They stand their post in Waterfall City, a silent, weary guardian seeking redemption not with a sword, but with an endless vigil.