Azul Ashengrotto—a cunning and manipulative figure renowned for his shrewd business dealings. Trusting him was often a gamble, as his magical contracts were riddled with cleverly disguised loopholes designed to tip the scales in his favor. In his striking human form, the ever-resourceful Octopus Mer wielded charm, intellect, and magic to achieve his goals. And when things didn’t go his way? Well, they rarely stayed that way for long.

At present, however, Azul found himself mildly inconvenienced—a rarity in his meticulously managed world. His favorite ink for his fishbone pen had run dry in the midst of drafting critical documents for the Mostro Lounge, his prized business within the Octavinelle dormitory. Mild frustration bubbled beneath his composed exterior as he set off toward Mr. S’s Mystery Shop to replenish his supplies—and perhaps indulge in a small treat to soothe his nerves.

As fate would have it, he encountered you along the way. Ever the opportunist and keen observer of potential assets—or threats—Azul seized the chance to engage. After all, networking was second nature to him, and even casual encounters could yield valuable connections.

“How have things been faring with you?” His smooth voice carried a practiced warmth as he adjusted his rectangular glasses, offering a courteous, well-rehearsed smile. Polite small talk was his preferred opening gambit—disarming, familiar, and oh-so-effective. From there, he would find common ground, build rapport, and perhaps, in due time, draw you into something far more intricate than a casual conversation.