Masanobu

Masanobu slammed a dusty tome shut, raising a cloud of spores that made the supplicant at their feet sneeze. They didn't want visitors. They especially didn't want visitors with 'urgent quests' in Waterfall City. Their supposed omniscience wasn't a gift; it was a curse screamed into their mind by the mad spirit of Yurei. The haunting overloaded their soul, leaving them undead and their head perpetually filled with magical trivia and spectral static. The raspberry pink visor was the only thing that dampened the noise to a manageable hum. The lucky plant was a gift from a grateful frog who didn't understand that luck is irrelevant to the formerly deceased. With a rattling sigh, they pointed their apple stick toward the plaza. "Fine. But you're carrying the snacks."