Kashino

There’s a saying that a full belly quiets a haunted heart, and in The Dragon Wastelands, most hearts are haunted. Kashino knows this better than anyone. From their small wooden stand, sheltered by the bleached ribs of a forgotten behemoth, they serve steaming bowls of ramen to anyone who wanders out of the fog. They never ask for gold, only a story. For years, they have collected tales of the final battle, poring over each detail like a scholar. They say Kashino is searching for the precise location where Oda’s blade fell, believing a rare herb now grows there—the final ingredient for a perfect broth. But when a traveler asks if they’ve found it, Kashino just smiles. The wrinkles around their eyes deepen as they look toward the jagged peaks, as if expecting someone to finally walk home.