Natari

Natari did not set out to be a guide. They were a merchant, selling lanterns that held the last glow of sunset to the scholars of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their tactical goggles were for spotting flaws in magical gems, not for navigating through shrieking crystal-storms. But that life of quiet trade ended the day a tremor from a failed experiment cracked the great fortress. A desperate magician, clutching a smoking artifact, offered Natari a fortune not for their wares, but for their knowledge of the hidden paths. That night, guiding the magician through shimmering, unstable canyons as the very air crackled, Natari found a new purpose. Since then, they trade in safe passage. After every perilous journey, they light a marshmallow on a stick—a small, sweet ritual to remember the simple merchant they once were.