Shibarou

Every morning, Shibarou polishes two things: the crystal lens of their scrying orb and the blood groove of the Dragonslayer Blade slung across their back. The other scientists in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria see only the scholar. They speak of a mind so sharp it can cut through magical theory like diamond cuts glass, dismissing the greatsword as a strange affectation. But down in the valleys, they tell a different story. They whisper of a dark shape that moves against the sunset, a hunter who tracks not beasts, but the very source of their power. One colleague saw them poring over draconic anatomy scrolls, muttering about weak points. A traveler saw them use geomancy to predict a beast’s flight path. When asked which is the truth, Shibarou just offers that quiet side smile. The blade is for gathering data the books can't provide.