Wanisaburou

The bamboo Wanisaburou carries is polished smooth by countless hands. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they are known for their intricate toys and wind chimes, a friendly artisan whose azure cap is a familiar sight against the magical monoliths. They trade stories with wizards and share tea with scientists, their warm presence a welcome contrast to the cold, analytical nature of the fortress. But no one inspects the bamboo too closely. They do not notice that the fourth stalk from the left is perfectly hollowed, carrying messages, not melodies. These communiques are for Momochi. The war paint, hidden by a practiced smile, is a silent oath to the Cult of Kaze. Every map of magical energy sketched is another thread in their leader’s web. Sometimes a child will ask for the fourth stalk. Wanisaburou just laughs and offers them a different one, carved into the shape of a dragon.