Kotoyo

"Their fish is the freshest you'll find in The Dragon Wastelands, but don't ask about their past." That's the advice veterans give new travelers. Before the apron, Kotoyo wore the sigil of a clandestine clan, their hands trained for silence and steel, not seasoning. They were deployed here during the final campaigns against the Emperor, a shadow meant to sever supply lines. But the endless rain and ghost-ridden fog changed them. After one too many missions that cost innocent lives, they simply walked away. They traded their shortsword for a filleting knife and built a small stall amidst the scorched plateaus. The salmon on their head is a deliberate absurdity, a distraction from the furious eyes that still scan every face for threats.