Oribia

Oribia's apple stick has been worn smooth by a lifetime of use, though not from tending orchards. In another life, it was a lockpick, a silent alarm, a balancing pole for rooftop escapes, and, on three regrettable occasions, a weapon. The wrinkles around their mouth were earned from holding their breath in shadowed corridors, not from smiling at the sun. But that life grew loud. They came to The Great Panda City seeking quiet, trading secrets for the scent of bamboo on the freezing wind. They enrolled as a trainee, genuinely wanting to learn the simple craft of farming. The younger chimps find their intense, focused gaze unsettling, but the apple trees don't seem to mind. Sometimes, they still tap the stick against a fence post, listening to the vibrations just out of habit.