Chimper #3092
Anshin the Resolute was on a mission of kindness. They arrived in The Underworld as a trainee, certain that even the most corrupted souls could be nurtured back to warmth. After a week of offering calming tea to cultists who just set it on fire and trying to lead the undead in singalongs, they revised their strategy. People, they decided, were too complicated. So they turned their gentle persistence to the environment itself. These days, Anshin spends their time by the Marshlands of Black Slosh, their carved cane repurposed into a fishing rod. The bait on their head isn't a joke; it's a statement of faith that something, anything, might live in that toxic goo. Their uneasy expression is from the constant disappointment, but they have yet to give up.
