Chiaya

Chiaya casts their fishing line into a murky puddle, ignoring the howling winds of The Dragon Wastelands. "Don't stare," a veteran scout muttered to a wide-eyed recruit. "You'll upset Mr. Quack." The recruit glanced at the stoic, undead warrior, then at the rubber duck perched on their head. "That's the brains of the operation," the veteran continued. "Chiaya hasn't said a word since they clawed their way back to the living. But the duck? It quacked the coordinates to an enemy camp last week. It once stared down a ghost dragon until the illusion popped. We think Chiaya's just the bait." The recruit watched as Chiaya reeled in their line, a perfectly good, uneaten berry hooked on the end. Mr. Quack let out a single, satisfied quack.