Tenten

Should a traveler in The Dragon Wastelands ask Tenten about the ramen spilled across their head, they would get a shrug and a mumble about a clumsy moment. The truth is far less simple. Their hands, which now patiently mend nets and cast lines into murky pools, once served a colder purpose. They were a blade for hire, leaving a trail of ghosts that the howling winds couldn't scour away. After one final, ugly job, they sought out Monku, not for forgiveness, but for a way to silence the killer inside. The wise mentor offered no easy peace, only a path of discipline. The fishing rod teaches patience. The ramen is a private penance, a constant, sticky reminder of the last meal their final target never got to finish. It is a secret they wear for all to see, yet no one ever does.