Nachiho

The sharp scent of ozone from a charged monolith hung in the air around Nachiho, who stared intently at a small, unassuming rock. A passing wizard apprentice held their breath, certain they were witnessing a profound communion. In reality, Nachiho was just wondering if the rock looked a bit like a smiling frog. This happened constantly in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Between their spikey hair and an unreadable poker face, everyone assumed Nachiho was a silent prodigy whose crystalline power shone with the clarity of Daiyamondo. They were given wide berth in markets and offered the best seats at lectures they barely understood. Their greatest triumph was scaring off a gem-thief simply by squinting, an act motivated by bright sunlight, not intimidation. Their backpack, full of snacks and a half-finished map, is believed by most to hold arcane secrets of immense value.