Enaru

The Official Sunset Enthusiast, the wizards call Enaru. Every evening, they sit on the same flat-topped monolith, their carved cane resting across their lap, watching the sky bleed colors over the spinning magical stones of the high fortress. The mages and scientists who pass simply see a stooped elder enjoying a quiet retirement. They don’t notice how Enaru’s unamused eyes track the changing of the guard, or how the intricate carvings on their cane are actually a cipher for wind patterns and patrol routes. Momochi recruited them not for their strength, but for their profound invisibility. ‘No one ever suspects the one who looks bored,’ their ambitious leader had said. And they were right. The best intelligence on the highlands comes from the one chimper nobody ever bothers to watch.