Kotami

Every sunset, as magical light refracts through the spinning monoliths above, Kotami prepares a bowl of ramen. They came to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria following rumors of an unbreakable glacial artifact, only to find the locals more interested in arcane theory than practical exploration. The wizards offer enchanted rations and levitation spells; Kotami just scoffs, preferring the feel of rock under their own grip. They find the endless chatter about magical resonance baffling. In a land of scientists and sorcerers, their stoic, old-world approach to survival feels as ancient as the tales of Shimo. With an unamused gaze, they slurp their noodles, a simple, steaming anchor of reality in a world that insists on floating away.