Nauru

The children of The Heart of the Forest have a favorite tale: how Nauru faced down a snarling thorn-boar, not with a blade, but by tapping their carved cane on the packed earth in a steady, calming rhythm. The beast, confused and then soothed, simply turned and ambled back into the undergrowth. Before arriving in the amber-leaved clearing, Nauru charted trade routes through the untamed outer woods. They carried blades then, and used them. But one day, after a brutal skirmish, they found themself gazing at their own reflection in a bloody puddle, the gold mark on their face seeming to mock their guild's code of honor. They left their swords and maps behind that day. The cane is their only map now, carved with the stories of those they meet.