Shisae

The smell of river spray and grilled fish clings to everything in Waterfall City, a scent Shisae can never quite scrub from the fine fabric of their suit. They arrived with nothing but this corporate attire, a combat pole, and the ninja mask they wore on their last assignment—a disastrous intelligence mission in a distant, gilded metropolis. The ramen hat was a desperate disguise snatched from a food stall during their escape. Marooned and hunted, they learned the city's rhythms not as a warrior, but as a merchant. These days, they broker deals by the great fish statue, trading information instead of wares. Their old skills—reading intent, leveraging weaknesses—are surprisingly effective among the boat crews and city guards. The strange uniform is now a brand, making them the most bizarre yet reliable contact in the entire city.