Ririka

The quietest warrior in the Underworld was once the loudest singer in their village. Ririka used their carved cane not for combat, but to tap out rhythms during harvest festivals. They wore their gold faceplate for ceremonial dances, not to shield against the spatter of black slosh. Their nurturing spirit was known for mending broken things—tools, fences, friendships. That all changed the day a young friend, chasing a tale of underworld treasure, slipped through a gateway. The village mourned; Ririka packed. These days, their endurance is a thing of legend, rivaling even Bjorn's might. The songs are gone, replaced by the grim tap of their cane on frozen ground, still mending what was broken, one step at a time.