Chimper #5384
Every morning, Oritarou the Dreamweaver prods their loom with a carved cane, a ritual less for magic and more for knocking loose stray frost. It’s a habit from the incident. They were delivering a client’s gaudy new kimono through the highlands, humming terribly, when they stumbled around a glowing monolith and directly into a very confused, recently awakened Shimo. Startled by the sight, the ancient warrior reflexively froze Oritarou solid, mouth agape in a silent yelp. When apprentice mages found them, they saw not a clumsy weaver, but a mystic in temporal stasis, whose garment seemed to shimmer with prophetic visions. The name 'Dreamweaver' was born. Since being thawed, Oritarou has given up correcting anyone. They just lean on their cane and dispense profound wisdom like, 'Always check your pockets for forgotten fruit.'
