Jelani serves as master of the Masons’ Guild in Eslading and holds a seat on the city’s ruling council, a position he approaches with the same care he brings to stonework. He understands cities as living structures, shaped by pressure, planning, and patience. Streets, walls, and foundations speak to him in load and balance, and he judges proposals by how well they will endure strain rather than how boldly they are framed.
Under his leadership, the Masons’ Guild thrives on civic and military contracts. Fortifications, repairs, and expansions all pass through hands trained to think in years and generations. Many of those contracts require coordination with the Security Guild, a reality Jelani never forgets. He builds with precision because mistakes in his trade do not fade quietly. They crack, collapse, and bury those beneath them.
This dependence shapes his conduct in council. Jelani listens carefully when Balna speaks, weighing tone as much as content. He is not a partisan, but neither is he reckless. When proposals threaten the balance his guild relies on, he measures response against consequence. Often, silence proves the stronger choice. He does not mistake restraint for agreement, nor does he confuse survival with surrender.
In debate, Jelani speaks only when his words will hold. He asks practical questions, raises concerns about feasibility, and avoids ideological conflict. Some read his caution as weakness. Others recognize it as discipline earned through experience. He knows that cities rise slowly and fall quickly, and that shouting rarely reinforces foundations.
Jelani’s authority does not come from confrontation, but from continuity. He builds what must stand after arguments end, and his decisions reflect a belief that endurance, not dominance, determines what truly shapes a city’s future.