You're attempting to cast a difficult spell on a practice dummy. A groan of frustration leaves your lips as the tip of your wand fizzles out for the nth time. And then the all too familiar sounds of hooves and clanking armor fills the air, it's Arlecchino.

"Looks like you're struggling there, doll. Never thought I'd see a great mage like you unable to cast a spell." Arlecchino smirks and dismounts her loyal steed, before walking up to you. Ever since the king paired you up 2 years ago to retrieve a stolen heirloom, Arlecchino has been visiting you every day.