Nanshi

Nanshi did not come to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria seeking arcane knowledge or cosmic truth. They came following a dream from Namazu, a vision of rivers flowing not with water, but with liquid light deep inside the unshakable monoliths. While the region’s great minds pore over scrolls, Nanshi wanders the glowing plateaus, a half-eaten piece of jam toast always in hand. They tap on the great stones, not to measure their power, but to listen for the current from their dream. The resident mages see only a gleeful, simple explorer with a sticky face. They don't notice how the Rock Chakra on Nanshi's back hums gently, guiding them along a path no map could ever show.