Shuuran

The sound of a thousand polished sandals on sun-warmed marble was the sound of money, and Shuuran loved it. They met Eirian in a grand plaza where the blinding sunlight felt solid. The solitary being radiated an energy that made the gold-clad guards nervous, but Shuuran, ever the opportunist, saw a potential friend. They approached not with fear, but with a small, carved frog. 'For luck,' they offered with a wide grin, 'and to keep away the pompous bureaucrats.' Eirian never spoke, but they took the frog. Since then, the two have been inseparable. Shuuran navigates the gilded avenues and stifling politics of the capital, while Eirian provides a silent, crackling presence that makes swindlers and tax collectors think twice. Shuuran handles the deals; Eirian handles the cosmic gravity of the situation.