Meguha

Meguha is always looking for something that isn't on any map. To the Panda Council wardens of The Great Panda City, they are a polished liability. They see a dreamer tracing constellations in the purple sky, a carton of strawberry milk in one hand, and they worry the cold winds will claim them. The bamboo weavers have another theory: that Meguha fell from the sky they so admire and is just trying to find their way home. But one traveler, ambushed at the city's edge, tells a different story. They saw Meguha’s blade flash once, a silver streak against the twilight, felling three bandits without ever looking away from the stars. The fight seemed to be a minor interruption in a far more important conversation.