Erari

Erari never sought the four-leafed sprout that now crowns their head; it simply appeared one morning. The mages who trade polished obsidian for rare spell components claim it's a symbiotic parasite drawn to Erari's unnaturally stable energy. Rival gem traders whisper it's a clever bit of botany, a distraction from weighted scales. The fortress guards, who watch them pass beneath spinning monoliths, don't care about the plant. They see the calm hand that never strays far from the katana at their back, and the confident smile that suggests they've already won a fight you didn't even know had started. The only truth anyone agrees on is that you walk away from a deal with Erari feeling like you've won, even if your coin purse is lighter.