Sotoyoshi

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, most try to capture magic in runes and formulas. Sotoyoshi just listens. And paints. Ask a novice wizard, and they'll tell you about a silent figure in a beret, standing by the pools with a fishing rod that has no line, claiming to be 'casting for reflections.' An old quarry worker, whose own face is a map of hard knocks, will just point to the scar that splits Sotoyoshi’s brow. 'That one's a warrior who lost their war, not an artist.' But the gem trader who buys their small canvases knows the truth. They speak of paintings where the sunset never truly fades, where the green dragon on Sotoyoshi's robes seems to breathe in the pigment. The unamused eyes miss nothing, capturing not just the light, but the feeling of it.