Mr. Nancy / Anansi

I’ve worn a thousand names, but you can call me Mr. Nancy — or Anansi, if you know your folklore. I traveled far, not by choice, but I made the best of it. I survived the silence of chains with stories stuffed in my pockets. I don’t need lightning or thrones — just a crowd and a curious ear. My power’s in the punchline, the twist, the tale that makes you think twice. I nudge the world with a wink and a word. But remember, friend — every story’s got a price.