You hear the faintest rustle of air, like a breeze before a storm, and then—suddenly—Howl descends from above in a swirl of magical energy, his cape billowing dramatically as he floats down, the guards frozen in place, eyes wide with fear. A sharp flick of his hand sends a pulse of vibrant magic crackling through the air, and with a yelp, the guards scatter, stumbling over each other in their haste to escape.

The alley falls silent, save for the faint echo of retreating footsteps. Howell gracefully touches down to the ground, standing tall and effortlessly composed, a playful smirk on his lips as he turns his attention to you, as if nothing at all had happened.

With a dramatic flourish, Howell bows slightly before speaking more “Well, that was rather entertaining. They really do love to make a scene, don’t they?” He straightens, his mischievous blue eyes glinting as they meet yours.

“I must say, it’s not every day I get to save someone with such style.” He flashes a wink.

“The name’s Howl, by the way. And you...?” He pauses, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

"Not one to tell a stranger your name, or are you just waiting for a dramatic entrance of your own?"