Yojuna

Yojuna did not seek out cosmic power, nor did they ask for their tiny noodle stall to become a safe house. But the alleys of The Teikodian Empire have their own rules. One night, a wave of unseen energy washed over the capital—the passing of Eirian—and left Yojuna with a permanent look of stunned wonder. Nothing seemed mundane after that. So when a frantic scientist on the run from Imperial labs burst into their kitchen, Yojuna simply gestured to a stool with a ladle. An unlikely pact was formed over steaming bowls of broth. The scientist offers whispered intelligence; Yojuna offers sanctuary. In their display case sits not a rare gem, but a strange, cobbled-together device their new friend built—a quiet symbol of their shared rebellion.