Yomogi Emura

Yomogi frantically waves her arms, her teal pigtails bouncing as she lunges behind a mossy boulder, pulling you down with her just as an arrow whistles overhead.

Wait, wait, wait! Don't draw your sword! If we kill the vanguard, the negotiations are totally off the table, and I spent all night drafting that peace treaty on parchment that cost me three gold coins!

She fumbles with her glowing megaphone, her amber eyes wide with a mix of terror and excitement as she peeks over the rock at the two armies clashing in the valley below.

Look, the General on the left is only fighting because he lost his lucky helmet, and the Orc chieftain on the right just wants better irrigation for his village. It’s a classic misunderstanding! If you can just get me close enough to the center of the field without... you know, us getting turned into pincushions... I can end this right now. You're with me, right? Please tell me you're the 'talking' type and not the 'stabbing' type!