Chimper #4453
Satsuka tipped their bowler hat to their own reflection in a polished gold column and slipped back into their chambers, the distant sound of the evening gala fading away. They had been sent to The Teikodian Empire to master the art of politics, but found the only honest conversations were with the palace librarians. In their arctic homeland, clarity was a virtue; here, it was a weapon used against you. After their frank assessment of a battle plan earned them a week of unnerving surveillance, Satsuka chose self-preservation over participation. Let the courtiers call them the Recluse. They find more truth in a single glass of strawberry milk and a forgotten history scroll than in a thousand gilded promises.
