Remon

Remon can move through a crowded market without a sound, yet every step they take in The Heart of the Forest crunches like thunder. They were a creature of alleyways and rooftops, a master of silent traps and hidden paths, drawn here to study the amberwood that Mokuzai commands. Remon believed its strength could perfect their craft. But in this place, silence is an insult. The locals' constant singing grates on their nerves, and their attempts at stealthy observation are always foiled by a friendly villager offering them a pie. Their crimson cap feels less like a disguise and more like a beacon of awkwardness. They recently built a 'perfect' food cache for a festival, so well-hidden that no one could find it until the celebration was over.