Chimper #2769
The fishers who mend their nets in Waterfall City say Marena the Clouded wasn’t always this way. They claim Marena first arrived with a mind as clear as the city’s upper pools, nurtured in the quiet solitude of Tamago’s shell. Their movements with the combat pole were said to be a form of meditation, precise and serene. But something broke. A merchant will tell you it was a psychic backlash from the pale stone temple during a failed rite. A guard insists it was a devastating fall during a sparring match on the slippery rock stairs. Now, they are a trainee again, patiently relearning forms they once knew by heart. The azure visor they wear never comes off, and no one knows if it helps sharpen a fractured world or simply hides the confusion in their eyes.
