Ruruka

Ruruka keeps the Royal Cloak in a chest filled with dried river reeds. They only retrieve it when emissaries from Toyotomi's legions arrive, its heavy fabric an unwelcome weight on their shoulders. Before the unification, their wisdom was measured in harvest yields and the best spots for sunberries. But the warlord’s strategists mistook practicality for ambition and installed them as the local authority. Ruruka argued, a furious outburst that only seemed to confirm their passion in the envoys' eyes. These days, their famous temper is spent on supply chain logistics instead of burnt pastries. The locals in the amber-leaved clearing still see the old Ruruka, the one who just wants to join the singing, but the cloak gets harder to take off each time.