Kanoyo

The Chimper with the forever-smoldering back is what the young wizards call them. They say Kanoyo wrestled Inferuno and won, but that the fire-entity left a parting gift of embers that never quite go out. The truth is less heroic; it was a panicked flight, a lucky escape that left scars striping their face and back. Instead of dwelling on the terror, Kanoyo found the absurdity. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, surrounded by stern-faced mages poring over monoliths, they are a whirlwind of delightful chaos. They use their warmth to dry spilled ink, tell impossible stories about how each scar was from tickling a dragon, and their wide, wild eyes seem to see the joke in everything. Some say they are mad from the pain, but those who have shared a roasted nut warmed over their shoulders know better.