Chimper #4927
Should a traveler ask about the chimper with the carved cane by the lower plazas of Waterfall City, they might hear stories of a past life. Kazafumi was once a political whisper, a strategist whose cunning could reroute supply lines and turn allies into enemies with a single, well-placed rumor. Their methods were sharp, effective, and utterly devoid of honor. The turning point came when a lie, intended to cripple a rival guild, instead led to the collapse of a public aqueduct. The devastation, the lives upended by their cleverness, froze a look of shock onto their face that never truly left. They abandoned their old life that day. Now, they walk the city's outskirts, their intense eyes no longer sizing up opponents but watching for loose stones on the stairs and warning fishers of shifting currents.
