Sekoa

Every morning, Sekoa traces the scar that runs from their temple to their jaw. It still hums with a faint energy, a souvenir from their fall into the Singing Chasm. They had been chasing a glimmer only they could see, a dangerous pastime in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. That glimmer ended in a rockslide, a flash of impossible light, and a brief, terrifying conversation with something that wasn't there. These days, the guiding lanterns on their pack flicker with that same otherworldly power, occasionally whispering jokes only Sekoa can hear. Other explorers map the stones for wizards or science; Sekoa just follows the whispers, curious to see if the voice that gave them their scar has anything else interesting to say.