Satose

Every morning, before the gold spires of The Teikodian Empire catch the sun, Satose prepares two meals. The first is a simple bowl of broth for themself. The second is a masterpiece of flavors and textures, made with ingredients sourced from a guarded pantry. With a combat pole resting on their shoulder, they navigate the palace's shadowed underbelly to an unmarked door, leaving the tray on a cold stone step. They never see who takes it. The frog patch over their eye is a permanent reminder of the day they were first given this duty—a quiet, binding contract. Satose's expression is always placid, betraying nothing. Are they the most trusted chef in the capital, or its most gentle jailer?