Kagenori

The faint, papery fizz of a map dissolving in the constant rain was a sound Kagenori had learned to associate with progress. They had left their quiet commune, a place for outcasts much like the one Shokei-moji founded, with a solemn vow to chart the unchartable paths of The Dragon Wastelands. They possessed immense patience for watching moss grow and an intense focus for identifying cloud shapes, but very little skill for actual navigation. After a week spent diligently following their own footprints back to their starting point, they finally collapsed in exasperation, using their carved cane to break their fall. It was only then that they felt the raised lines under their palm. The cane wasn't just a cane. It was a map. A waterproof, sturdy, perfectly carved map they had been holding the entire time.