Fumiyuki

Fumiyuki carries a fishing rod but has never caught a fish in the highlands; they deliver urgent messages but rarely speak a word of their own. The rod is a relic from a life before the snows, a time of flowing water they can barely remember. It was clutched in their frozen hands when Yuki found them, a silent shock etched onto their face that never faded. Brought to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria to recover, they found a world without rivers. True to their nature, they adapted. The line now carries encrypted scrolls between wizard towers, and the hook retrieves fallen experiments from deep chasms. They still watch the beautiful sunsets, patiently waiting. Not for a bite, but for a memory to surface from the depths.