Myouhou

Myouhou is the last honest merchant in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They sell focusing crystals and dried fruit from a stall wedged between two glowing monoliths, their face unreadable behind a pink visor. Yesterday, a young wizard tried to swap the price tag on a perfect Azure Shard. Myouhou said nothing. They just shifted their weight, and the end of their combat pole tapped the stone floor with a sound like a closing door. The wizard’s hand froze. The correct price was paid without another word. Myouhou believes in an honorable code, much like the haunted wanderer Yukimura: a deal is a promise, and a broken promise leaves a deeper scar than any blade. As the sun set, they cleaned their visor, watching the distorted colors of the sky swirl across its surface.