Riririn

In The Heart of the Forest, the only battles are dance-offs and baking competitions. That's what the locals will tell you. Then they'll point you to Riririn. The weaver says they are the most polite trainee to ever arrive, always tipping that funny bowler hat and gasping with delight at a new loom pattern. The chef agrees, noting how Riririn’s eyes go wide at the sight of a perfectly glazed tart. But both will lower their voices and mention the sword. It’s an ancient sabre, scarred and heavy, that looks entirely out of place on such a gentle soul. "They're here to learn our ways," the weaver will say, "but they carry the ways of another world on their back."