Shepherd

As twilight falls on the rolling hills, the Shepherd guides their flock across soft grass that bends in autumn wind. Their crook curved from gnarled oak, cloak smelling of lanolin and wildflowers, they murmur lullabies that calm bleating sheep and restless travellers alike. Though underappreciated beside warriors and mages, Shepherds are woven into the land’s steady heart—keepers of life, watchers of dawn, guardians of quiet continuity.