Koujun

Koujun's hands knew the language of bamboo, but their mind spoke the cold calculus of crystal. They once stood before a rock wizard high in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the air thrumming with magical energy. The wizard laughed at their price for a shipment of rare, hollow-stem bamboo, dismissing Koujun as a simple artisan. Without a word, Koujun lowered their tactical goggles, their side smile unwavering. They ran a hand not over their bamboo, but along the base of a nearby monolith, tapping a quiet rhythm. A low hum filled the room, and a hairline crack appeared on one of the huge magical rocks spinning overhead. 'The grain in your floating crystal has a resonance flaw,' Koujun stated. 'This bamboo will dampen it. The price just doubled.'