Hyuutarou

The beret suggests a painter, but the tactical goggles are for surviving the blinding sunsets of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Years ago, Hyuutarou arrived with a cartographer’s tools, sketching the impossible geometry of the monoliths. They wore the beret then, too, a soft, woolen memory of a softer life. Then came the rockslide that scattered their expedition, leaving them with nothing but their pack. Alone, they learned that a fishing rod isn't for water; it’s for snagging shimmering crystal eels from deep fissures. The first one they caught burst, leaving a permanent pink stain on their cheek. These days, wizards see them perched atop the midnight-dark fortress, casting a line not into a lake, but into a chasm of light.