Sarida

“They say the crystal on their head once held the soul of the waterfall itself,” the old boat-makers in Waterfall City whisper. Sarida was the temple’s most trusted keeper, nurturing and kind, their expression always one of serene joy. They were tasked with guarding the sacred Heart-gem, a relic that pulsed with the city's vitality. But a confidant, their heart poisoned by envy in a story tragically common in the great houses, replaced the gem with a convincing fake. When the deception was revealed, all blame fell on Sarida. The shock of such deep betrayal, from someone they loved, was so profound it became a permanent mask. Cast out, they now wander the lower tiers, their empty display a monument to their lost honor and the city's lost soul.