Mimana

Every dawn, without fail, Mimana adjusts their shirt and tie before casting a line into the churning, muddy pools of The Dragon Wastelands. The mercenaries who pass through see a fool, a neatly dressed merchant waiting for a bite in water soured by ancient battles. They mock the tidy little stall where Mimana trades their catches, never questioning how the fish are always clean, always plentiful. The scavengers know better. They call Mimana 'The Banker,' claiming the fishing rod is just for show and that they pull lost imperial gems from the muck. A few old souls believe something else: that Mimana isn't catching anything, but releasing it—a ripple of peace into the tormented land. All anyone agrees on is their perpetually shocked expression, as if even they can't believe what the Wastelands offer up.