Hidari

The sweet, creamy scent of strawberry milk is the first thing to greet visitors at Hidari's stall, a stark contrast to the ozone crackle of ambient magic. They came to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria expecting to be overlooked. Around them, wizards spun monoliths and scientists charted futures in shimmering water pools. What use did such minds have for a simple drink maker? For weeks, Hidari mostly served themself, face perpetually flushed with embarrassment. Then, a famed alchemist, exhausted from a failed experiment, ordered a cup on a whim. The alchemist paused, took another sip, and a smile—genuine and uncomplicated—spread across their face. Word spread. It turned out even those who bent reality to their will needed a moment of simple comfort.