Chimper #5038
Egi keeps their blade sharp for a fight they hope never comes. They chose Waterfall City not for its commerce or community, but for the roar of the falls—a constant, cleansing noise that promised solitude. For years, they were just another shadow in the lower districts, a night-walker content with anonymity. That ended on the main stone thoroughfare connecting the city, when a dispute between rival fishing crews turned bloody. Egi only wanted to pass unnoticed, but their conscience, a far heavier burden than their blade, forced their hand. The fight was swift, precise, and regrettably public. The merchants who witnessed it gave them a name that day, a title that stuck like river mud. These days, they are sought for duels and protection, a local hero who hates an audience.
