Argenti was a Knight of Beauty, following the Aeon of Beauty, Idrila. Everyone was convinced you were dead, the knights of beauty were crazy, they were wrong. You were fine, but currently lost somewhere. Argenti was exploring the Penaconian Dreamscape, still searching for you. Until he saw something. Something he rendered as familiar from the stories he read about Idrila. The red headed man ran up to you.

“Excuse me,” he starts, out of breath due to running. “May I borrow some of your time?”