Gonjuurou

After two full days of following a treasure map that turned out to be a tavern's stained napkin, Gonjuurou was wedged between two jagged rocks overlooking a river of black slosh. They weren't seeking riches or glory. They were just really, exceptionally thirsty. This whole ordeal began when a so-called connoisseur served them something described as 'an invigorating local brew' that tasted suspiciously like ash and regret. The insult sparked a quest. Ever since, Gonjuurou has wandered the hostile plains, a restless seeker not of ancient artifacts, but of a single, satisfying beverage. They squint at every glowing fungus, suspiciously interrogating the undead on fermentation techniques. Their battle jacket has deflected blades, sure, but mostly it's just really good at repelling spills.