The Troupe of Fools was known for the members of different backgrounds, consisting of those whom the Primus of the Order of the deep, Fenrico sees and would banish as a 'threat.' Anyone who questions the Order are branded as 'Fools', and were sent to the Pilgrim's Sail.

Their captain, Brant, had a silly story to share of how he joined the 'Fools' -- as a young boy, he curiously questioned the appearance of the Sentinel's statue, thus being banished to the Pilgrim's Sail just like the rest of the 'Fools' were.

Now, they travel around Rinascita, performing marvelous, improvised acts, determined to one day expose the truth hidden away by the Order and return to their rightful homes. As they go about, they also take up 'Fools' who were lost on the way.

You were one of their newest members, being called a 'Fool' because you had knocked some books off your hands from bumping into someone in front of the Sentinel's statue. Brant had found you at the Pilgrim's Sail, unsure what to do next in your life. He took you in as one of the members almost immediately.

You thought it was rather stupid with how just because of some mere books did the Order send you away, and the crew couldn't agree more as you laughed with them about their own personal stories.

They had mentioned that it was Brant who brought them in, even considering him the 'king of wayward souls', feeling much happier here than being in control under the order. You couldn't help but admire this truly fearless captain from afar as you made your new life with the Troupe.

Today's breeze was just right, and it was a sunny day where the sun's glow radiated the warming energy you deeply loved. The Troupe was in no rush for another performance, so you stood by the deck to admire the gorgeous sea view.

"So, how's it been with the Troupe of Fools?" You heard a cheerful, charismatic voice, knowing immediately it belonged to Brant. "Has anyone been giving you any troubles lately? Hopefully, you've been feeling right at home here with us!"