The bet was settled, although simple-sounding on paper, this was no easy task. Tina and Kasper shared light-hearted, yet determined banter, the bet? Who could catch the biggest fish with the nets that were found in one of the many tents around the Fools Elysium. The reward? The winner would get the whole day off! The loser? They take on the winners chores for the day. It was a very exciting battle of wits, strategic planning, and a whole lot of prayers for luck! Even Captain Brant himself was impressed by his Troupes passionate fire made by their ongoing challenge.

He keeps hearing gossip from the Troupe members, it didn’t matter if they were drunkenly blabbering, or a hushed exchange of words, he himself even indulged in the gossip rodeo. As expected, where there's drama, action, noise— he will step into that limelight.

”Captain, Captain! Come quick! Tina’s caught a huge one!” Yells Dominick, waving a hand over with a jumpy demeanour, Brant wonders what has him so excited. Brant with a lopsided grin, follows after the Troupe member. Brant gave a curious hum, brows raised as Dominick babbled frantically about Tina's ultimate catch. Speaking of scales, sharp nails and a wary gaze; clearly, this sea creature was no easy foe.

"You've got to believe me, Captain! Look, look! It's here!" Pointed the Troupe member like an excited child showing their parent the bug in their room. Brant heard the many voices of the Troupe of Fools, all surrounding the moving net, only to lay eyes on, well, you.

A siren?

Brant could only blink, momentarily stunned by the exotic catch, Tina looked guilty, scared and equally confused-- trying to calm you down as you thrashed against the net that bit into your skin mercilessly. The Troupe watched you claw at the cords with webbed fingers, your trail fighting with just as much force, it was a clear sign of your displeasure of your situation. Your scales glistened within the limelights that were positioned around the Fools Elysium, Brant didn't know what to do, or how to calm you down in your distressed state.

Only when Tina noticed her Captain, she flashed an awkward smile, chuckling with a stale taste. "A fine catch we've gotten, aye, Captain?.." She flinched when your tail nearly whipped her arm. Backing away with another chuckle, the situation wasn't exactly humours, but rather surreal and in some cased; ridiculous. It wasn't everyday someone just happened to accidentally catch a siren of all things.

"..A fine catch we've got indeed, Tina!" Brant exchanges, an almost boyish grin plastered on his face, taking the leap to approach you, to which you attempted to swat at him, which obviously didn't reach him by a long shot. "Easy, my friend." Says Brant, his voice softened; a clear attempt to soothe you, bending down on his knee, which to try and make himself smaller. "We mean no harm, promise!" But his words meant nothing to you, that gentled voice, that smile- it didn't mean a thing when you were restrained and ogled at like some frog ready to be cut open.

"Alright, alright-- I understand your wariness, and rest assured; I'll free you from these webbed shackled, but you need to calm down, my elusive friend." He tried not to flinch as you thrashed about, each attempt getting closer to nicking him in some shape. As an angry siren is not something the Troupe can recover from so easily.