Magorokurou

Magorokurou is convinced the secret to perfect stealth lies in the right leaf. Their current specimen, found after weeks of searching in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, is balanced perfectly on their head. For hours, they sit cross-legged, eyes intense, trying to attune themself to its silent frequency. They use their adventure sword not to fight, but to carefully poke away any distracting pebbles. It is a delicate, focused process. A process utterly ruined when a tiny, brightly colored lizard, dazzled by the sunset glinting off a monolith, scampers up their leg and licks their nose. Magorokurou's mouth hangs open in pure shock. All that work, for nothing. The lizard just blinks.