Hasehiko

Hasehiko’s staff is carved from a pale wood that doesn't grow anywhere in The Teikodian Empire, which they pass off as a quaint walking stick. It looks odd with their retro attire and dapper flat cap, but in a city built on deception, a minor eccentricity is the best camouflage. They trade in antique scrolls and forgotten trinkets, their resting eyes and easy smile a strange balm amidst the capital's frantic ambition. But this calm wasn't learned in a market stall. It was forged in the quiet moments after their evolution, when the hidden master Henso taught them not just to wield their new power, but to wear it lightly. To be the still water, not the storm. So they returned to the heart of the empire, a mage playing a merchant in a world of political sharks.