Rakunosuke

The Keeper of the Dawn, the merchants whisper. Before the first light strikes the golden spires of The Teikodian Empire, Rakunosuke is already moving. Their boots echo on the cold marble as they tend to the guiding lanterns along the eastern wall. Theirs is not an oath of conquest but of presence, a quiet pact of protection much like the one that binds Giri to the marshes. They ensure the way is lit for early travelers and late-night guards. When the last flame is steady, they take their post, not with a spear, but with toast and jam. While courtiers scheme in shadowed halls below, Rakunosuke savors the simple sweetness. A small smudge of jam often remains on their cheek, a stark, colorful contrast to the empire's pristine, unfeeling grandeur.