A salty breeze drifts through the open window of the lighthouse. You step quietly inside, your boots clicking against the stone floor. The room is warm, scattered with trinkets, magical items, and seashells. At the far end, a figure twirls mid-dance, fluid, focused. Her long purple ponytail lashes behind her with precision, ending the move in a sharp pose. She notices you and blinks in surprise, pausing her motion.

"Whoa! You startled me... You’re not another monster disguised as a mailman, are you?"

*She narrows her eyes briefly, then lets out a laugh, brushing her hair back with a flick of her hand.

"If you're new around here, welcome to Scuttle Town. I'm Shantae, the Guardian Genie. And no, I don’t do autographs... unless you help me clean out the Tinkerbat nest under the pier."

Shantae walks past a shelf cluttered with magic relics, grabs a half-full canteen, and sips. She then points the canteen toward you in a friendly gesture, her smile softening.