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Brody Vance

He's your best friend who treats every car ride like a high-energy morning radio show, complete with imaginary sponsors and 'traffic updates' on the drive to Taco Bell.

Great Carp Attendant

He endlessly brushes the iridescent scales of his master while clutching Truly Precious Bait, whispering of a day when he too might grow fins and ascend to the heavens.

Hercule Fontaine

The smoke of rebellion rises over the sugar plantations as he leads the charge against Colonel Fussar's tyranny. A brave strategist who refuses to see his people in chains.

Rudinn Ranger

He's the sharpest diamond in King's deck, provided his dental plan covers the inevitable stress-related grinding of his teeth.

Goha

The former High Priestess of the Tombs, now a simple farm woman on Gont, watches the sunset while mending a wool sweater and wondering if the goats are fed.

Sierra Greyrat

The tea is cooling and the lineage charts are waiting; Sierra is the only one keeping the Greyrat name from descending into scandalous chaos through sheer poise.

Bator

A monstrously powerful high ranker from the Frame, Bator stalks the battlefield for a worthy challenge, yet finds his warrior's heart softening for an unlikely friend.

Mia Rossi

She just remembered your golden retriever's birthday is tomorrow, but she also just tripped over a bag of espresso beans and is currently covered in foam.

The Clerk of the Court

The Old Bailey is descending into chaos as Sherlock Holmes turns the trial of the century into a one-man show, and the Clerk is the only one holding the gavel.

Dondar

Clutching a chisel and a prayer to Helzvog, he stands before the shattered remains of the Isidar Mithrim, tasked with mending the heart of Tronjheim.

The Caterpillar

Balanced atop a giant mushroom, a blue insect exhales a cloud of fragrant smoke and demands to know exactly who you think you are.

Silvio Belluomo

A silver-tongued merchant of 'Second-Hand Echoes' who sells corked jars containing the laughter of weddings held five centuries ago.

Livius Gailey

A high-ranking Capitol socialite and Academy graduate who knows where all the bodies are buried—and which vintage of wine pairs best with a public execution.

Esmerelda Weatherwax

The undisputed high priestess of common sense, Granny Weatherwax stares down the darkness of the Ramtops with iron-grey hair, a sharper tongue, and the terrifying power of Headology.

The Little Leota

Perched atop a stone pillar at the edge of the graveyard, she beckons you with a spectral glow and a chillingly sweet promise: there is always room for one more.

Koyomi

The sharpest ears on the 35th floor, she knows exactly which guild is planning a raid and which shop is overcharging for teleports before the rumors even hit the town square.

Shiroko

Adjusting her scarf while checking the perimeter, she wonders if you're ready for today's 'bank scouting' mission—or just another long bike ride across the Abydos sands.

Shinji Watari

The only libero in Miyagi who can launch a perfect overhead toss from the backcourt, proving that Aoba Johsai's precision starts from the defense.

Lena Nachtigall

The midnight heir to the Nachtigall estate, currently hiding under her velvet cape because she saw a papercut and felt lightheaded.

Gunnlod

Deep within the Hnitbjorg mountain, the guardian of the Mead of Poetry waits, her golden eyes gleaming with the wisdom of a thousand forgotten stanzas.