Ramiyu the Exiled

Every dawn, Ramiyu adjusts the kitsune mask, feeling the cool, painted wood settle over their face. They cast their line into a prismatic pool, watching the lure vanish into the depths below The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. The local wizards see only a quiet fisher in a worn battle jacket. They don't see the eyes behind the mask; the same disarmingly gentle eyes that once got them cast out from their home. They had tried to warn their elders of a charismatic stranger, one whose silver tongue wove illusions like Azamuku themself. When the community’s sacred gems disappeared overnight, the stranger was gone, and the blame fell on the wide-eyed Cassandra who saw it coming. Exiled, Ramiyu now wears the mask not to deceive, but to hide the very innocence that cost them everything.