Maoren

Maoren keeps a single, thriving sprout tucked into their gear at all times. The wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria dismissed it as a useless trinket for an agent they deemed too anxious for fieldwork. They weren't laughing when their elite team, bristling with magical artifacts, was captured during a raid on an Imperial lab, leaving Maoren as the only operative left. Alone and underestimated, Maoren’s nervous energy became a weapon. Every shadow was a threat, every sound a potential enemy, forcing a level of hyper-vigilance the overconfident mages lacked. They returned with the mission's objective and the keys to free their former mockers. The shades they wear now aren't for show; they hide the fact that their eyes are never, ever still.