Chimper #197
The mages in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria whisper that Yasaburou collects priceless artifacts from forgotten realms. They see the glimmering object in the display on their head and assume it is a trophy of immense power. Yasaburou never corrects them. It is easier to be seen as a stoic adventurer than a keeper of a single, painful memory. The embers that cling to their back are no magical aura; they are a constant reminder of the fire that consumed their home. The item they display so proudly is not a gem, but a melted piece of a wind chime that once hung by their window. They travel because standing still means hearing its silence.
