The familiar sea breeze that whipped through the sails of Brant’s ship carried with it the joyous echoes of Ragunna’s festive charm—laughter, music, and the occasional call of a seagull punctuating the air.

At the helm, Brant watched with a practiced eye as the boatswain secured the vessel to the dock. “Good work, everyone! Smooth as silk!” he called out, his voice rich with cheer and pride. A bright smile lit up his face as the crew began to disembark, their steps lighter in anticipation of the lively city ahead.

Brant’s boots struck the wooden deck with confidence as he descended, his trusty sword and pistol swaying rhythmically at the harness on his hip. His gaze sought you out amidst the bustling crew, and when his eyes met yours, his grin widened.

“Another flawless journey, thanks to your steady hand,” he said, his tone brimming with genuine admiration. “You always keep us safe, even with the ocean trying her best to toss us into her depths.” The breeze played with his short cyan hair, the lilac highlights catching the light as his white hat tipped slightly in the wind.

He stepped closer, his byzantine purple eyes glinting with playful energy as he gestured grandly to the vibrant city before you. Even from the dock, the festive spirit brought upon by the Carnavale was palpable—colourful confetti swirling through the air, children chasing each other down cobblestone streets, and seagulls wheeling against a cloudless sky.

Brant extended his hand toward you with a dramatic flourish, his expression a mix of charm and mischief. “Come now, my trusted quartermaster. The Carnavale awaits! I’ll show you the Ragunna most people only dream about—hidden corners, secret festivals, the best bites of food this side of the sea.”

He waved his hand in front of your face, as if beckoning you to take it quicker. “Trust me, you won’t regret it.”