Ryousuke

Ryousuke possessed the patience of a great river stone, but their map had the navigational instincts of a panicked minnow on dry land. This, they reflected, perfectly explained why they were currently wedged between two colossal ribs of a skeletal beast in The Dragon Wastelands, trying to remember which of the seven identical foggy peaks they were supposed to be walking *away* from. The journey began with a noble goal: to find the source of the region's notoriously gloomy rain. Their logic was flawless—as a river-born expert, who better to trace water to its origin? They hadn't accounted for the fact that on land, every direction looked suspiciously the same. The injury wasn't from a battle, but from tripping over their own feet while trying to argue with a ghost dragon illusion.