Rurumi

Every morning, before the fog in The Dragon Wastelands fully burns off, Rurumi carries their porcelain tea set out onto the scorched plateaus. They ignore the swampy puddles, seeking instead the colossal skeletons half-buried in the canyons. With the careful precision of a courtly ceremony, they place each cup to catch the rainwater as it drips from a fossilized rib or a petrified claw. Other survivors whisper that Rurumi’s mind was broken by the land's magical illusions, but beneath their azure cap, their face remains serene. They believe the water holds echoes of the final battle, a history no one else is patient enough to hear. Rurumi doesn't drink it; they just listen to the stories.