Chimper #2028
Junkurou remembers the scent of burnt sugar and ozone that clung to the air. The apprentice was unconscious, sprawled at the base of a monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, their uncontrolled magic making the air crackle. Junkurou, a wanderer who preferred the company of wind to words, was about to walk on. But something in the kid’s stubborn refusal to be extinguished by their own power stopped them. They hung their lanterns, their steady, ancient light calming the chaotic flickers. The resulting backlash knocked Junkurou senseless for a moment. Ever since, the apprentice tags along, a whirlwind of arcane questions and misplaced spells. Junkurou navigates; the apprentice illuminates... occasionally setting a bush on fire. They are a terrible team, but they've never been safer.
