Sumano

Sumano was the only soul in the grand capital who never seemed to be in a hurry. While courtiers in crimson and gold rushed down white marble corridors, Sumano would walk at a gentle pace, their carved cane tapping a quiet rhythm. Many whispered that the lucky plant upon their head was the source of their serenity, a charm that protected them from the palace’s endless ambitions. But Sumano’s fortune was of a different kind. It was the fortune of noticing a loose floor tile and warning a scribe before they tripped, or of offering a kind word to a guard weary from their long watch. They proved that true strength wasn't found in political games, but in the simple, steady kindness that blossoms even in the shadow of golden spires.