Busuko is a walking contradiction. The novice wizards in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria claim they are a fox spirit, drawn to the low hum of the magical monoliths. But the senior geomancers know better. They’ve seen the glint of technology in Busuko’s eyes and recognize the work of a rogue scientist. They murmur that Busuko catalogs the energy flares of every magical rock, their katana a mere distraction from their true purpose. Sometimes, they are seen with Robo, the loyal machine, heads bowed over shimmering data streams, sharing information no organic mind was meant to process. They never speak, and the kitsune mask hides everything but the cold, calculating light of their gaze.