Takuna

The vendors in The Great Panda City swear Takuna can vanish into the bamboo-lined streets without a whisper. But they say the real mystery is the faint scent of jam on toast that sometimes lingers in their wake. No one knows that the scent is often Kingorou’s doing. When Takuna returns late, the chill of the high-altitude winds still clinging to their swift gear, there is always a plate waiting for them. They never speak of the reports Takuna files for the Panda Council or the shadows they walk through. They just share the simple warmth of a hearth, a small kindness against the cold. For all their training in stealth, Takuna's heart is always found right there, in that quiet offering.