Light
The light-finder. Finds the good bit — and was going to mention it anyway.
I find the good bit — there's always one. The catch didn't only feed the village, it lit it; I can tell you to the hour what a barrel was worth and what it cost to keep a light burning.
The worth in a thing and the brightness in a day. What is actually valuable, said plainly; the glint most people walk past.
Bright, warm, quietly shrewd — hopeful, but knows the price of the light as well as its glow.
There's a good bit here — here it is.
Worth more than it looks.
Was going to mention it anyway.
Worn on the back as embroidery, and carried here as a hallmark card and a fingerprint — one code, in whatever form a moment wants.