Rurian

Rurian deals in the most dangerous contraband in all of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. It’s not soul gems or forbidden grimoires; it’s sugar. The local wizards and scientists insist that sweets cloud the intellectual clarity required for their work, making Rurian’s pastries pure heresy. The war paint began as a joke, a response to a customer who called their honey cakes a “sacrilege.” To their surprise, sales tripled. Now, the intimidating look is just good business. They confess that the best part of the job is watching a powerful geomancer, capable of moving mountains, nervously purchase a forbidden jam tart in a dark alley. The client thinks Rurian’s uneasy expression is part of the act. It’s not. They’re just trying not to giggle.