Nada

Nada remembers the cold most of all, but not the world-shattering chill of legend. It was the specific, inconvenient frostiness of dropping a perfectly good rice ball in the snow. They’d wandered from The Crystal Highlands of Armaria on a geological survey—mostly just looking for shiny rocks—when the cave shuddered. From the ice emerged Shimo, the Frozen Ancient, roaring a challenge to the new era. Nada, mid-chew, simply stared. Startled by the lack of terrified screaming, Shimo let out an accidental puff of frigid air. Nada was found hours later, a statue of mild surprise. The wizards declared it a feat of unparalleled fortitude. A noble so resolute, they faced a god without flinching! The poker face is mostly just residual frostbite.