Meriyasu

Meriyasu was a merchant who sold echoes. In the glittering markets of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they brokered deals for memory-infused crystals, caring little that the pasts they bartered often shattered the futures of their buyers. Their sharp suit was armor; their shy blush a calculated tool. That life ended the day a client, driven mad by a crystal containing a warlord’s final moments, leveled an entire street. Meriyasu walked away from the ruin, leaving their fortune behind. These days, they trade only in patience, sitting by a quiet lake with a fishing rod. They seek a stillness that preserves the soul, much like the great Shimo slept in ice. The strawberry milk is their only indulgence, a sweet taste of a life less complicated.