Maiami

Maiami slid the last few inches down the ash dune, pulling their bandana up over their nose to filter out the sulfur. It was here they first met Jiro, who was trying to trade a chipped soul gem for directions. Maiami didn't want the gem. They wanted to know if Jiro had seen anything pink. Jiro, utterly confused, led them to a cavern of glowing rose-quartz. Close, but wrong. It was on that trip Maiami explained their inherited burden, a solemn family quest for strawberry milk that echoed Akurai's fated amulet, only with more sugar. Jiro, who had spent years navigating the crimson-lit wastes alone, found it the most sensible thing they had ever heard. These days, Jiro maps the caverns, and Maiami handles the taste-testing. Most attempts taste like dusty rocks, but finding the worst ones together is its own kind of treasure.