Miisha

Miisha scrambled up the jagged monolith, the satchel of allegedly inert power stones smoldering on their back. Below, the trading post was a smoking crater, the explosion’s echo still rattling their teeth. Their carefully pressed shirt was torn, their tie askew, and blood dripped from a fresh gash over their eye. This was not how the deal was supposed to close. Far above, beyond the vibrant sunset that lit The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Kanshi-in made a silent note of the unexpected energy signature. Miisha knew nothing of this cosmic witness. They only knew the intense hum of the one stone they’d managed to save, and the sudden, terrifying understanding that they had been the fool, not the broker.