Anje

There's an old saying in Armaria: the shinier the hat, the more mischief it's hiding. Anje lives by this. Sent to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria to study cryo-magical resonance, they spend far more time perfecting the jaunty tilt of their bowler hat than poring over geological charts. Their fellow trainees see a polished scholar; their mentors see smudges on priceless monoliths that look suspiciously like banana prints. For a time, their post was observing the recently-awakened Shimo, a duty they performed by leaving daily, cheerfully-written weather reports tucked into the ancient's frozen armor. They were eventually reassigned. The official reason was fieldwork diversification. The unofficial one was that Shimo's glacier had begun to melt slightly from what looked suspiciously like repeated, polite nodding.