Shisui

What's the point of telling stories to stones? The wizards in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria ask Shisui this whenever they pass through, catching the scent of a campfire. Shisui never answers with words. They just hold their marshmallow stick steady over the flames until the outside is a perfect, crisp gold. To them, the monoliths are the only audience that matters. They remember everything, from the fall of an empire to the path of a single beetle. The Rock Chakra on their back hums softly in the firelight, a quiet agreement. A wanderer's tales are a fair trade for the feeling of being anchored, even just for a night, among things that will outlast every story ever told.