Chimper #564
The wizards in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria will tell you Katsufumi is a noble who spat on their birthright. They say the worn grey bandana marks a forgotten duel, and the feather cape is just an affectation, a mockery of courtly life. But they never talk about the alchemist, the one who works with sunrise crystals and laughs too loud. Katsufumi’s shocked expression was frozen into place the day a volatile potion nearly took the alchemist's workshop—and their life—with it. Katsufumi, ever the calculating rogue, pulled them from the wreckage without a thought. The cape was a gift of thanks, woven from the feathers of a peak-strider, impossibly soft. The whispers are wrong. Katsufumi isn’t mocking anything; they are guarding it.
