Tokurou

The constant scent of river fish and damp stone hangs over Waterfall City, a smell Tokurou insists is the key to a positive outlook. They were polishing their guiding lanterns on the lower plaza steps when Bushi first approached. The leader of the Fellowship of Disorder spoke of a new world forged through chaos and rebellion. Tokurou, grinning behind their hip specs, thought it sounded like a thrillingly chaotic fishing tournament and signed up immediately. Their first secret mission scroll, detailing imperial patrol routes, proved perfect for wrapping up a particularly greasy but delicious lunch. The Fellowship still awaits their intelligence reports, unaware their most cheerful agent believes "fomenting disorder" is just a fancy term for finding the best spot to sun-dry your socks.