The Rosemary Arc

THE FLAME

What it was: a kitchen spoon, rosemary-stained. Whose it was: the cook whose pot never quite emptied. Its stream burns this color in the night — and whatever the flame, every muerto it calms still warms to marigold on the way home.

IN THE HAND

Tuned for the dark below — it bites through shields and stands up to the great ones.

THE CLAIM

This Arc is unclaimed. Connect your wallet (the same one you play with) and it can be yours — connecting is read-only and never asks for a transaction.