Tomasa

In Waterfall City, there's a saying: the current carries both coin and daggers. Tomasa learned this young, selling spiced river-fish on the lower docks where the spray from the falls soaked everything. They believed a fair price and an honest count were the only tools a merchant needed. It was a costly mistake. After a rival syndicate left their stall in splinters and their coin pouch empty, something inside them hardened. They spent a week carving a new sign, and another learning the intimidating face paint of their warrior ancestors. When they returned, it wasn't to the docks, but to the main city plaza. The paint never comes off during business hours. It is a quiet, constant reminder that they trade for survival, and they will not be swept away again.