Mijuki

Mijuki tapped the glowing monolith with their katana's hilt, squinted, and declared, "A classic case of resonant misalignment. It requires more… quiet." The rock wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria nodded sagely. Not one of them knew Mijuki had found the sensei robes near a portal two weeks ago and simply liked the fit. Their true talent wasn't scholarship but looking thoughtful while saying absolutely nothing of substance. When the questions about magical theory got too specific, they would feign a sudden spiritual summons and slip into the nearest webway Kenji had opened. An arch-mage later praised Mijuki's wisdom as "beautifully simple." Mijuki, by then in another realm, was just glad no one had asked them to actually read the runes.