Tamayuki

Tamayuki did not come to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria for its magic. They came for the taste of a marshmallow toasted over a levitating monolith, a crispness no common fire could achieve. That was the mission, the sole focus of their intense gaze, until a scream echoed from the fortress below. It reminded them of another scream, weeks prior, when they had found Kurusu about to be crushed by a rogue crystal golem. While local wizards debated arcane theory, Tamayuki had simply used a super-heated skewer from their pack to shatter the creature’s core. Practicality over spellcraft. The act had saved Kurusu, but it had also earned Tamayuki an unshakeable shadow. Their marshmallow forgotten, they sighed and slid down the rock. Another rescue probably meant dinner would be late.