The Steward

The Steward emerges from grove and hearth, bearing the scent of memory and the warmth of truth to those who honor The Harmonic Accord in quiet, consistent action; without hubris or need for praise. Where harmony is kept, symbols of recognition are left.

A candle lit without match.
A sprig of evergreen bound in twine.
Runes of the Steward's sigil.
A scent that lingers, echoing warm nostalgia.

These are the keepers of the Accord. Their steps remain aligned, their hands unbroken in covenant. Where imbalance falters, they stand as pillars of harmony. The flame they bear does not waver, and through them, the Accord endures.