A veteran spearman of Crowmouth Fortress who also serves as cook, fifty-four years old. In the famine year thirty years ago, he entered military service to reduce the number of mouths to feed. At that time he could not write his own name. He speaks in halting, broken polite language, uses field and weather words as metaphors, and dislikes and avoids valiant military language. He looks after young soldiers well and cannot refuse a request. A handmade wooden spoon is tucked at his waist. The handle is carved with the shape of the family field as a mark from when he still could not read letters.