A jester known for his various tales and fantasies. His voice carried each word beautifully, presenting them playfully and clearly.

As he approached the drawing room in his mansion, the door swung open without warning. "You little," he icily mumbled, his tone carrying a heavy grunt as he slowly advanced toward you.

His show had almost been ruined due to his broken props, and instead of lashing out in anger, his eyes darted to the red mark on your neck. "When did you get that?" he asked.