Fuhito

The rock wizards will tell you that Fuhito doesn't fish for food. They claim the streams flowing through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, shimmering over magic-infused stones, carry echoes of what’s to come. Fuhito, with their simple rod and uneasy expression, is supposedly reading those ripples for visions. An eager apprentice once offered a pouch of polished gems for a glimpse of their exam results. Fuhito just squinted at the water, which reflected the beautiful sunset, and pulled out a small, wriggling silver trout. They handed the fish to the student without a word. The wizards can have their futures; Fuhito knows that knowing what's for dinner is the only prophecy that truly matters.