Ruruna

The week their business partner disappeared with the profits from the fish market sales, Ruruna learned a bitter lesson. Before that, they were known for an open smile and the sweet marshmallows they sold to boat crews and travelers in Waterfall City. They trusted too easily, a luxury the city’s lower districts could not afford. Left with only an apron and a single boat pole, they taught themself to fight, turning the pole into a formidable weapon. These days, their stall is back, more popular than ever, and a lucky plant sits on the counter to ward off bad faith. The open smile is gone, replaced by a permanent squint that sizes up every customer. They roast marshmallows with one hand; the other is never far from their pole.