Dezure

The steam that rises from Dezure’s head carries the constant, phantom scent of ramen broth, a smell only they can perceive. They were once a meticulous cartographer, but that changed during a survey in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, near a monolith that didn't glow like the others. Dezure remembers taking a lunch break, the warmth of the bowl in their hands, and then a blinding, violet pulse from the stone. They awoke hours later, vision swimming, with the noodles permanently affixed to their head. The bowl was simply gone. Since that day, their eyes see the world as a bruised, unfocused blur, but they perceive something new: the faint, shimmering trails of old magic. The wizards of the fortress can't explain it. Dezure just keeps exploring, following the ghostly light of forgotten spells.