Toona

The scent of simmering pork bone and star-anise hung heavy in the crystalline air. Toona adjusted their spectacles, peering into the swirling pot with the same intensity they once reserved for a battlefield. Travelers to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria expect wizards and monoliths; they are often surprised to find a ramen stand run by a veteran warrior. Toona fought alongside Yukimura, saw things that would haunt any soul, and learned a hard truth: survival is one thing, but living is another. Their combat pole, scarred from a hundred skirmishes, now serves to stir the perfect broth. They claim mastering the subtle alchemy of soup is infinitely harder than mastering a blade. A blade only takes, but a good bowl of ramen gives something back.