Chimper #3006
In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the great monoliths are said to reflect the true nature of a soul. When Hanomi the Marvel walks by, they sputter and flash erratically—a warm, nurturing amber clashing with a void-deep violet. Hanomi is mid-sentence, offering directions to a lost merchant, when a Rock Wizard confronts them, staff humming. The wizard sees the crimson cap and the kind gesture, but is fixated on their demonic eyes. 'What are you?' the wizard demands. Hanomi simply smiles, a disarming expression that doesn't reach their eyes. 'Hungry. You?' they ask, pulling out a perfectly steamed bun. Long ago, a desperate ritual to save them from a wasting sickness succeeded, but it tethered their soul to an ancient, hungry entity. The marvel isn't that they survived. It's that they still share their food.
