Wataho

Every morning, Wataho greets the sunrise by attempting to hug it. The storytellers in The Teikodian Empire claim that one day, the sunrise hugged back, leaving a patch of pure, glimmering light clinging to their back. This makes wandering the grand capital a bit tricky. A gasp of delight at a sweet bun or a jump of surprise at a rattling cart, and *FLASH*—another squadron of Imperial guards is temporarily blinded. They are less an adventurer and more a walking, gleeful nuisance who accidentally polishes the palace's golden spires with their ambient glow. The Emperor has a standing order: just give Wataho a pastry and point them somewhere else. It's cheaper than issuing sunglasses to the entire watch.