Ruase

The Keeper of Unspoken Truths. That’s what some call Ruase in the shadowed corridors, far from the blinding sunlight on the golden spires. They see a scholar, pristine and white-robed, poring over geological charts. They think the spectacles are for reading fine print. But Ruase doesn't study the earth for its history; they study it for its honesty. Rock does not lie. It remembers pressure. It records every tremor from the dungeons below. Purity is a liability in this city, so they chose resilience instead. The waterfall markings on their face are not tears for what this place is, but a promise of what persistence can do—a constant, flowing force wearing away at gilded lies. Ruase is the quiet earthquake they will never see coming.