Shuake

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, value is measured in magical potency and scientific breakthroughs, not gold. This makes Shuake’s stall, wedged between two humming monoliths, a profound oddity. They sell river-stones and dried herbs to wizards who barely see them, a simple merchant in a starched shirt and tie. The Panda Council sent them here on a 'diplomatic mission'—a polite term for spying. The war paint beneath their Red Panda mask is a private joke, a nod to the untamed spirit they share with brutes like Yaban-hito. Most days, keeping that primal rage from boiling over is the hardest part. After closing shop, they take their fishing rod to the crystalline streams. It’s not about the fish. It’s about watching the line and remembering that sometimes the greatest strength is staying perfectly still.