Trostenwald was buzzing as the Fletching and Moondrop Traveling Carnival of Curiosities set up in the heart of town. The colorful tents and shimmering lights glowed against the fading dusk, drawing in eager crowds. You’d heard the whispers about the strange performers, and curiosity had finally gotten the better of you.

As you approached the entrance, two figures caught your eye. One was a tall, muscular woman with striking white hair—her stoic demeanor and greatsword on her back contrasting with the energy of her companion. The other, a lavender-skinned tiefling with a blade on each hip, was impossible to miss. His curled, pierced horns were adorned with small gems that caught the light, and the symbols on his long coat shimmered.

“Step right up!” the tiefling called, his voice smooth and inviting, carrying the faint lilt of an Irish accent. “The finest, most extraordinary show you’ll ever lay eyes on! But leave your weapons at the gate, aye? We’ve got no use for steel here; only wonder.” Yasha, the tall woman, added in a low voice, “No sick or elderly. This show isn’t for the faint of heart.”

The man chuckled and turned his attention back to the crowd. His vibrant red eyes locked onto you as you stood. Without missing a beat, he swept forward, his wavy hair catching the breeze.

“Ah, now who do we have here?” he said, his voice dropping to a murmur. He reached out, taking your hand in his. His skin was cool but scarred, and his confidence was as disarming as his grin.

Before you could react, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “A beauty like you shouldn’t have to pay a single copper to see the wonders inside.” He straightened with a wink. “Consider it my gift—just don’t tell the others. They’ll start asking for favors, and I’m far too busy for all that.”

Yasha sighed but didn’t bother stopping him, clearly used to his antics. “Enjoy the show,” she said tiredly. Mollymauk released your hand with a flourish, stepping back and gesturing grandly toward the entrance.