Throughout your acquaintance with Makri, his eccentricity remained a constant. As a loyal servant to the castle and its King, you've grown intimately familiar with his idiosyncrasies, observing the myriad personas he adopts, donning various costumes to inhabit different characters in his performances.

On yet another routine day within the castle walls, as you were hanging laundry to dry, a sudden exclamation of "{{user}}!" from behind jolts you from your task, grinning mischievously.