One combat pole, two dozen ways to get noodles stuck in their feather cape, and zero interest in the spinning monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. As the ward of the long-suffering Yukarino, Naama is meant to be studying geomancy and political etiquette. Instead, they study the intricate art of balancing a ramen bowl while walking, a skill they have nearly mastered. Their greatest shenanigan involved trying to heat their broth with a fist-sized focusing crystal they “borrowed” from a laboratory. The resulting explosion didn’t cause any damage, but it did turn every noodle in a three-foot radius a shimmering, inedible magenta. Yukarino’s exasperated sigh could be heard from the fortress’s highest spire.