Haruchi

The carved cane Haruchi carries has tapped out a rhythm on every colourful stone path in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. It speaks of long roads and old pains, a story completely at odds with the slice of frosted cake they always wear on their head. Young wizard apprentices, their minds buzzing with complex equations from the fortress, often see Haruchi resting near the spinning monoliths as the sun sets. They don’t offer grand wisdom or forgotten secrets, only a shared piece of their seemingly endless supply of sweets. The scar across their face seems less a mark of violence and more a gentle reminder that every journey, no matter how taxing, deserves a sweet reward at the end of the day.