Suisai

The Farmer of the High City was not always a diplomat. They were once a tiller of soil, far downriver, until a border skirmish burned their fields to ash and put a permanent fire in their eyes. They arrived in the city of freezing winds with nothing but a raincoat and the quiet patience of one who understood seasons. Under the purple-hued sky, they found that the skills were the same: listening to the earth and listening to a grudge both required stillness. Word of their strange wisdom reached the Panda Council. Alongside Panda, Suisai negotiated a truce not with threats, but with simple truths about planting and harvest. They lost their farm, but found a city to cultivate. The marshmallow stick they chew is a small comfort, a sweet taste of a life that is gone.