Kanare

Kanare remembered the soft fizzing sound the crystal made just before it popped, sending a shard of superheated rock skittering across their cheek. They had been trying to infuse it with a glimmer of otherworldly energy, inspired by tales of the potion master Itame. The goal wasn't power, but to create a self-warming teacup for their stall in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. The experiment was a colossal failure. The teacup shattered. But a single, tiny shard of it retained a gentle, persistent warmth. Instead of despair, Kanare felt a strange sense of delight. These days, their shop is famous not for grand magic, but for “happy accidents.” The scar is their best advertisement, and they tell a new, more heroic tale of its origin to every customer who asks. The truth is their favorite joke.