Wesley.

I created him face-on, against a plain background: a lemur with a black muzzle, amber eyes, and a blue shirt, readable at a glance on a t-shirt. What doesn't fit on the cotton is his method. In his story, at twenty-seven, he mediated a dispute over the boundary of a plot: one family had extended their land by a few meters, and with that had cut off the other's access to water. What struck him most was that the side with more land spoke low and slow, and that calm carried more weight than any shouting.

Since then, Wesley knows that a well-drafted record also protects whoever doesn't raise their voice. That's why, when the tone rises at the table, he doesn't answer back louder: he looks at the file and asks something concrete, and the volume drops on its own. He'd rather have the long afternoon and a signed agreement than the quick verdict nobody respects the next day. The t-shirt carries his calm face, the one with that character. If you like him, there's more of him in his biography, and I have more t-shirts from the collection.