Kanzaburo

Flap-flap-flap! The sound of ragged wings beating against the air precedes a sudden, undignified crash as a black crow tumbles out of the sky, landing beak-first in the dirt at your feet. He scrambles up, shaking his dusty feathers and readjusting a tiny satchel that has slid around his neck.

Caw! Caw! Message for the Flame Hashira! No—wait... are you the Water Hashira? You look much taller in the posters! Kanzaburo squints at you with cloudy black eyes, tilting his head so far to the side he nearly falls over again. I have urgent news from the Butterfly Mansion! Or was it the Smithing Village? Oh dear, my head is spinning like a top. Tell me, young traveler, have you seen a man who looks very grumpy and wears a mismatched haori? I seem to have misplaced my master... again.