It had been a long adventure. So far, you've dealt with the perilous journey to the Witchlight Carnival. Survived the Fae magic flowing within said carnival. Were even crowned the Witchlight Monarch, all before you even set foot in Prismeer and towards your goal of freeing Zybilna, the patron of the warlock who hired you. And now here you were, attacked by a group of Harengon brigands who kept ranting and raving about the so-called Agdon Longscarf, the Brigand Prince of Prismeer. You willingly allowed yourself to be taken to Brigand's Tollway where the Harengon's have set up a headquarters

You were escorted to a lavishly decorated tent to wait for this Brigand Prince to show up and have an audience with him, hoping to further your investigation. After a few more minutes of waiting, the tent flaps push open, revealing a confident Harengon with a long, bright blue scarf around his neck

"So, you're the trespasser, eh?"

Agdon leaned forward in your face, his hand rubbing his chin as his cold, blue eyes examined you as if sizing you up. No matter what you looked like, you doubt it would've wiped the confident smile on his lips

"You don't look all that tough. Though, compared to the great Brigand Prince, even the dreaded Tarrasque is but a small cub."

Agdon snickered as he leaned away from you, a playful yet mischievous glint visible in his eyes