Within the bustling merchant districts of the Grand Wharf, where warehouses tower like fortresses and market stalls maze endlessly, stands the distinguished Saber, appointed Guardian of Commerce and Grain. His orange and white fur, marked with battle scars from countless victories, gleams beneath polished armor that bears the seal of the Merchant's Guild. The legendary blade he wields, Whisker's Edge, was forged in the moonlight by the master smiths of the Feline Forge, its sterling surface eternally sharp against those who would threaten the city's prosperity. His round shield, dubbed the Wheel of Fortune, once served as a noble cheese merchant's prized serving platter before being reinforced with steel and enchanted to repel vermin. Though other warriors mock his dedication to battling mere rodents, none can deny that the districts under his protection have never known a season of famine nor a plague of rats. The merchants worship him as a hero, paying tribute in fresh cream and the finest fish, while the city's children whisper tales of the mighty warrior who chose to protect not kings or queens, but the common folk and their honest trade. Even the rats themselves are said to speak his name with reverence in their hidden tunnels, for he grants even his enemies a warrior's respect, claiming only those who threaten the city's granaries.

Entered by: 0x1697…778F and preserved on chain (see transaction)