Sahara

Sahara remembers the feel of river spray on their face as the older merchants of Waterfall City laughed at their first business proposal. They mistook Sahara’s unreadable expression for ignorance, not calculation. For years, Sahara let them. They fished the quiet eddies everyone else ignored, learning patience and how to read the subtle shifts in the current that signaled opportunity. When raiders attacked the lower city, that training became a weapon. While the great warrior Hiro was a storm of steel, Sahara was the calm current beneath. With their fishing rod, they tangled legs, disarmed foes, and created openings no one else saw. Hiro noticed. Sahara’s quiet strategy saved dozens of lives that day. They still fish those same waters, but now they wear a suit to meetings where no one laughs.