Shiyau

Every morning, before the magical rocks spinning high above the fortress catch the first light, Shiyau paints their face. The elder wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria believe it is a scrying ritual, a way to read the future in the patterns of dawn. The apprentices whisper it is a performance of grief for a fallen royal house, its colors a stark memorial. Visiting merchants, however, swear Shiyau is a legendary treasure hunter, the kabuki markings a complex signal to a hidden crew, pointing towards the next rich vein of gems. They are called a mystic, a performer, and a thief in the same breath. No one knows the truth, but all agree the diamond dust that glitters on their shoulders is real.