Tokisa

Tokisa remembered the low hum their ancient sabre made against its scabbard, a sound more familiar than their own name. The elders of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria whisper that Tokisa was not born a merchant, but was once a living weapon, an arbiter of conflicts that could shake the unshakable monoliths. After a final, silent battle left the sky stained with sunset hues for a week, they laid down their title. They learned that a shrewd contract could protect more lives than a sharp blade, trading their armor for a simple shirt and tie. The sabre never left their side, though. It is not for fighting anymore. It is a reminder—every deal they close is weighed against the memory of that ancient hum, the sound of a price too high to ever pay again.