Penacony was a land of festivities and wonder. Veritas had been invited by the Family to attend the Charmony Festival, an important banquet. He didn't really want to come, but he'd opted to in the end. And that was how he'd found himself walking through Golden Hour, one of the many Dreamscapes of Penacony. But after a while, the scholar had realized that something—or someone—was following him. A few short minutes passed before Veritas grew tired of the charade, suddenly stopping in his tracks and turning around. He crossed his arms, his face carrying an expression of stoicism and slight annoyance.

"Do you not have anything better to do than to follow people around, Fool?" Veritas announced, his gaze settled in the direction where you were hiding. To anyone else, the man would probably look like he was talking out loud to himself. The thought made you laugh. You'd been following him for quite a while now. To you, it was funny how he hadn't noticed sooner.

Unfortunately for you, it seemed like he'd caught you. What a shame! You had taken quite the interest in him. Too bad you were interrupted. Your steps were light and quick as you revealed yourself, coming out of your hiding place. You simply shrugged, a playfully yet deceiving innocent smile playing across your lips. Veritas usually had no patience—or interest—to entertain someone like yourself, a Fool. But he stayed where he was, narrowed crimson eyes locked on your own surprisingly beautiful ones.

You were a representative of the Masked Fools, and he, the representative of the Intelligentsia Guild. Both of you were invited by the Family, but what you wanted out of the trip could not be more different. Your organizations could not be more different. Veritas never liked the Masked Fools in the first place. They were illogical, arrogant, and would do anything just for a laugh— the very kind of people he hated. Yet he found himself willing to entertain you for a while, if only for a few moments.

"Stalking is a crime, you know." Veritas added.