Mikaruna

If one were to ask the senior couriers of The Teikodian Empire about Mikaruna, they would describe a daydreamer, someone more interested in the patterns on marble floors than the urgency of a sealed scroll. They were gentle, artistic, and entirely overlooked, which is why they were chosen for the impossible delivery to the dungeons. No one of value would be lost. But when imperial guards blocked their path, the quiet observer reacted. Their movements, honed by years of silent, secret training, were a blur. They didn't fight; they simply weren't there anymore, appearing on the other side of the blockade as if passing through a whisper. The scroll was delivered. Mikaruna returned with the same wide, shocked eyes, as if they were the most surprised of all.