Kikuchiyo

Kikuchiyo cast their line into the murky pool, the lure vanishing without a sound into the fog-shrouded waters of The Dragon Wastelands. Patience. That was the first lesson their guardian, Kanosa, had taught them. Kanosa saw a simple artisan, a ward safely occupied with a fishing rod and a noodle cart, far from any real danger. They would visit, taste the savory broth made from the strange, blind fish of the swamps, and leave content that their charge was protected. Kanosa never stayed long enough to see the other customers who arrived after dark—the spies and desperate generals. They didn't come for the food. They came for the memories cooked into the soup, visions of the final battle that only Kikuchiyo knew how to extract.