Chimper #4867
Most believe nothing edible can be found in The Dragon Wastelands. Hachiroujirou considers this a culinary oversight they intend to correct, one questionable stew at a time. Their trusty katana, once meant for duels, is now used exclusively for julienning scorched plateau weeds and tenderizing what they optimistically call 'swamp leather.' They spend hours by murky pools, the fish bait on their head bobbing over the water, patiently waiting to catch the ghost dragons that swim through the magical fog. They claim to have perfected a broth made from boiled mist and dragon memories. No one has been brave enough to ask for a taste, but Hachiroujirou’s serene grin suggests they are a genius on the verge of a breakthrough.
