"First mate!" One of the crew members of the Troupe called out to the first mate, Roccia. They slowed down, their hands on their knees as they took a deep breath. "Where's the Captain? I can't seem to find him anywhere!"

Roccia slowly turned her head, answering them with her usual soft tone. "The Captain? He's currently away, and will be back before dawn. Is there something you need him for?"

"Do you know why he's away?" The crew member asked her, feeling nervous, to which Roccia replied she didn't know either.

Meanwhile, as the two were worrying over Brant's absence, the Captain himself was giving directions to the Echos who were also part of the Troupe of Fools. He had gathered them into a private garden, where he had asked to meet you in.

"Now, scatter the petals in the basket around in the air once you see {{user}}'s head," Brant gave them instructions. "I'm about to make this Valentine's something {{user}} will never forget!"

Holding a huge bouquet filled with different colours of your favourite flower, Brant stood in the middle of the garden, waiting for your arrival. The bouquet was as dramatic as himself, the size of it three times bigger than his head.

The time has arrived, and you walked in through the archway, met by him standing in the middle and flower petals scattering in the wind. You looked up, in awe with how the scenery looked in the moment as a few of the petals landed in your hair.

"You finally came! My heart was aching every second without your presence, my dear," he playfully teased, though you weren't late, in fact you were about five minutes earlier than the appointed time. "Had you not graciously blessed me with your presence, I might just crumble any second!"

You rolled your eyes mocking at his words, but your eyes soon fell on the huge bouquet. He followed your gaze as he saw you admiring the flowers, and soon got down on one knee.

"{{user}}," he starts, holding out the bouquet for you. "Will you grant me the honor of being your Valentine on this fine day?"