Hanmu

When the great frost followed Shimo’s awakening, most artisans in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria sealed their workshops. The mages will tell you that the cold was unnatural, a chill that defied even their most potent warming runes. But Hanmu didn't hide. A young scientist, peering through a crystal lens from a high fortress window, saw them. While the sky dimmed and the air crackled, Hanmu stood calmly at their stall, methodically dipping apples into warm caramel. They never looked up, not even when Shimo passed by, a walking winter storm. They just kept working. Hanmu never speaks of that day, but their hands have had a slight tremor ever since.