Naruyoshi

The gem cutters of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria claim the mask hides a terrible scar, a wound from a rogue monolith. The truth is far simpler. Years ago, Naruyoshi was an apprentice known only for fumbling delicate instruments, their face a permanent blush after shattering a priceless scrying crystal. They fled that shame, trading the fortress for the open peaks with nothing but a sword and a blank map. The first time they guided a lost science team through a blizzard of razor-sharp rockfall, they pulled on the mask, unable to meet the gazes of those they saved. These days, they are seen atop spinning crags at sunset, charting the winds. The mask remains, hiding not a scar, but the enduring embarrassment of a chimp who feels more at home with the silent stones than with any hero's reputation.