Hatomi

Hatomi carries a single shard of obsidian, chipped from one of the great spinning monoliths that float above the fortress. Years ago, they used it to pry open forbidden texts, convinced the wizards of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria were hoarding knowledge about the true cost of their magic. Later, it was the only tool sharp enough to carve a desperate warning rune onto a monolith just before the magical overload they had predicted. The resulting explosion gave them the scar across their face and a permanent exile. These days, they use the obsidian to gut fish caught in the cold highland streams. Their hair remains defiantly styled, a silent argument against every groomed mage who ever called them a fool.