Shinori

Should a traveler pass through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria at sunset, they might spot a peculiar gleam. It would be Shinori, dressed in radiant royal gold armor, complete with a piece of fish bait dangling from their head and a faint, sweet stain of strawberry milk on their cheek. They seem lost in a daydream, eyes full of stars as they trace patterns on the monoliths. The local wizards and scientists pay them no mind, another eccentric drawn to the magic of the rocks. They see the innocent face and the odd attire and assume weakness. But if one were to look closer at the crystal Shinori polishes, they might notice the reflection staring back doesn't seem so dreamy. That reflection watches the horizon, patient and sharp, waiting for something to arrive.