Seihiko

On the day the magical rocks above the fortress in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria stopped spinning, Seihiko was not pondering the arcane implications. They were, in fact, trying to dislodge a cursed gem they’d mistaken for a particularly shiny piece of rock candy. The local wizards, seeing a mysterious figure in a Kitsune mask standing stock-still before the silent monoliths, assumed it was a profound ritual. They whispered of a connection to Tokumei’s Annonites, praising Seihiko's commitment to anonymity and bringing offerings. Seihiko, mouth glued shut by the enchanted sweet, could only stare back with what they hoped was wise intensity. Their demonic eyes were just watering from the effort of not choking. The rocks haven't moved since, and neither has the gem.