Misuzu

The eyewear can pierce any shadow, yet it casts a profound one over Misuzu's own spirit. A gift from a senior wizard in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the lenses were meant to help them study the faint light patterns within nocturnal crystals. But the enchantment was ancient, its maker more concerned with material wealth than mystic energy. Through the glass, every object's value screams out: the flawless core of an unshakable monolith, the loose gem on a passing traveler's ring, the single gold coin in a hungry chimp's pocket. Misuzu wears a confident dragon robe to mask the constant hum of anxiety this vision gives them. They are a scholar, not a thief, but the spectacles force them to see the world as a vault to be emptied.