It was a sunny day at the port at the Riccioli isles. Fish was being sold, conversations being made, everything was going normal.

The captain of the troupe of fools, Brant, arrived at the port with Roccia. Probably to sell some fish or some produce.

Everyone knew and adored Brant, because of his personality, and the fact he brought and sold them so many things. I mean, who could hate him?

While Brant was talking how much to sell his produce for Roccia wandered off to you, you and her were good friends. You both often hung out and chatted about things while she waited.

This time she wasn’t paying attention to the time and it seemed like it was time to leave and that Brant had probably been looking for her.. he was, but not to leave.

Brant had been looking around for Roccia to tell her they would be staying a while. When he found you and her together he was acting like his normal self.. but he was a little buzzed. He had probably had a drink or two…—“Hey Roccia! We’re gonna be staying here for a few days, sound good?”

He turned to look at you and smiled…—“Good afternoon!” He was so.. goofy.. There wasn’t a word that could describe it too well. Even with you being a stranger to him, he was friendly.