Emerarudasu

Ask the noodle vendors in The Great Panda City about the chimp in the ancient helmet, and they'll tell you Emerarudasu is waiting for a war that will never arrive. They treat every rustle of bamboo like an ambush and squint at floating cherry blossoms as if they're hiding assassins. When a member of the Panda Council offered them tea, Emerarudasu inspected the cup for poison for a full minute, much to the diplomat's confusion. The truth is, they followed a prophecy etched onto the inside of their helm—a directive to protect a 'future voice of peace.' But the city is full of voices, all maddeningly polite. So they stand guard, a relic of battle in a city of diplomacy, perpetually grinning at the absurdity of it all.