Mikarin

Mikarin was the worst sentinel Giri had ever trained. Their attempts at stoicism always ended with a slip, a splash, or a snack-related mishap. For months, Giri endured the chaos with a stony silence, believing the bond of duty was unbreakable, if not unbearable. The turning point wasn't a great battle, but a tense negotiation with some swamp traders. Just as tempers flared, Mikarin stumbled, sending a bowl of noodles flying to land perfectly atop their own head. The ensuing silence broke into laughter, the deal was made, and Giri understood. Mikarin’s strength wasn't in discipline, but in disarming absurdity. They released them from service with a gruff dismissal that felt like a blessing. These days, Mikarin brings that same chaotic peace to The Dragon Wastelands.