Warabe

The cultists who patrol the obsidian shores of The Underworld will tell you Warabe is a bad omen, a silent chronicler of misery whose carved cane points toward the next soul to fall. They whisper that the goggles see not what is, but what will be lost. The truth is, Warabe just thinks the crimson sky has excellent ambient lighting for their landscape sketches. They were exiled for insisting that the Emperor's official portrait needed 'more emotional honesty,' which they supplied with a bucket of tar. Here, they trade caricatures of bored Soul Chasers for rations. The cane is for keeping their balance in the slosh, and the goggles are to keep the ash off their paper. Their only real determination is finishing a drawing before their choc stick melts.