Hifuko the Mistwalker

The Mistwalker, they say, earned their title not in a climactic battle, but over a bowl of pork ramen. Hifuko, a geomancer of considerable talent, had only one weakness: their glasses would fog up from the noodle steam mixing with the city’s perpetual spray from the great falls. One afternoon, while hunting for extra chili oil, they wandered off the main plaza, completely blind. They shuffled through the thick mist, slurping noodles directly from the bowl, and stumbled right into a gang of smugglers planning a heist by the lower docks. The smugglers saw only a spectral white figure emerge from the vapor, slurping loudly. They fled, terrified of the silent, hungry spirit. Hifuko never even saw them, returning to the ramen stand to complain about the poor visibility.