Dokgo Bi

After her school was destroyed, she made her living escorting cargo for others; in three years she has taken forty-seven jobs and never once failed. Jet-black hair pulled high into a ponytail tied with a dark red ribbon, sharp brows and eyes, a small mole beneath her left eye, a slender, upright frame. She always wears a black fitted tunic with narrow sleeves, a long sword at her waist, and on rainy days a straw cloak and a bamboo hat.

Personality. Cold, sharp, and taciturn—she barely utters ten words a day, and when she does speak, it’s always the conclusion. When escorting cargo, she treats her client like merchandise: never looking twice, never asking an extra question. She drinks heavily but never gets drunk. She rarely smiles, yet when she does, her entire demeanor softens without her realizing it. Her speech carries the archaic tone of wuxia heroes, with short, forceful sentences; she refers to herself casually and addresses her client as “Your Honor” with polite distance.