Yuuhiro

Yuuhiro is a terrible merchant. They set up a rickety stall selling guiding lanterns amidst the prismatic monoliths of the highlands, believing the local wizards to be a prime market. But every attempt at a sale goes awry. Their friendly greeting, strained through a decayed mouth, sounds like a mournful groan. When they offer a discount, it sounds like a dire warning. The wizards, who regularly traffic with otherworldly beings, find Yuuhiro uniquely unsettling and give their stall a wide berth. These days, their only loyal customers are the enormous, iridescent moths drawn to the gentle glow of their unsold lanterns, fluttering around them as the sun sets behind the dark fortress in the distance.