Umemi

The small, smooth stone in Umemi's pocket is always warm to the touch, a tiny furnace they clutch when the wind bites. They arrived in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria with an insatiable appetite for knowledge, blushing with excitement as they dreamed of mastering the power of the great monoliths. That was before their solo expedition to the northern peaks, before they stumbled into the cavern where the ancient Shimo was stirring from a long slumber. The awakening came not with a roar, but with a wave of absolute cold that froze Umemi mid-step, a statue of terrified ambition. They were thawed a day later, but the chill never truly left their bones. The fire for greatness was gone, replaced by a simple, desperate need for warmth. They still carry their trainee scrolls, but their heart is no longer in it.