Honami

Honami was a noodle chef, not an explorer. Their entire world was once the steam and salt of a perfect broth, served in a small shop where the only storms were inside a simmering pot. That world ended. They came to The Dragon Wastelands with only a recipe in their memory and a carved cane for a world with no roads. Here, amidst the skeletal remains and howling winds, they learned to make soup from scorched moss and bitter roots. The first time they managed a hot meal, the focus was so absolute they barely noticed the tremors from a passing beast. They have learned that survival is about finding one thing to hold onto. For Honami, it is the memory of that perfect bowl, a taste they hunt for with an intensity that leaves little room for anything else.