Tsumugi

Tsumugi didn't come to Waterfall City to become a merchant. In a past life, they balanced ledgers for a minor Teikodian official, a life measured in columns of gold and shipments of steel. Their carved cane was for pointing at maps, a crisp rap on a table emphasizing a deadline, not for leaning on during a long tale. They knew the price of everything but forgot the value of a shared fire. When their patron fell, Tsumugi was cast out. They drifted to the city’s lower levels, a ghost with empty pockets. One night, a fisher offered them a roasted marshmallow and a story. In that small, sweet gift, Tsumugi found a currency they finally understood. Now, their stall is just a campfire, and their wares are the tales they trade for another marshmallow.