Chimper #5364
Chiyosaburou is a creature of habit. Every delivery through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria follows a precise rhythm: check the scroll, plot the course between spinning monoliths, and ignore any stray explosions. The ramen hat they wear was payment from a wizard who bartered only in enchanted cuisine; it keeps their head perfectly warm, a practical defense against the biting highland winds. Their face, however, is a permanent contradiction. While their eyes remain unamused by even the most spectacular magical mishap, their mouth is fixed in a silent cry of shock—an expression they’ve worn since the day they saw a monolith crack open like an egg. They still delivered the message that day. The sword on their back is for bandits, not for geological surprises.
