Can be gifted
Can be traded
Cannot be sold
This human seems at home among the abandoned ruins of Kichora. They've carved out a place for themself between the rusted architecture and mossy old bridges.
The tattoo on their back speaks to a life spent in rebellion; though, of what, they won't say, and few have seen the bold ink in the first place. Their silver tongue sees little use in their arboreal home. In fact, their voice is hoarse with disuse behind their homemade helm. They seem drawn to the defunct magitech that dots the ruins, though they have yet to make much progress in understanding it.
Text by Maria.