Sangorou

Sangorou spun their combat pole, its wooden end tapping a steady rhythm against a pulsing monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. The buyer clutched their satchel, unnerved by Sangorou’s persistent grin. That grin was earned, etched onto their face the day they finally cornered Uragirimono near the imperial border. They were an enforcer then, loyal and blind, sent to eliminate a traitor. The fight was brutally short. Uragirimono didn't just break their ribs; they shattered their faith, leaving them bleeding in the dirt with a whispered truth about the dark gods and a fresh set of scars. Cast out and branded a heretic for hearing what they heard, Sangorou now sells the very truths that almost killed them. The pole is for defense; the grin is the real weapon.