As the Gauntlet Runner creaked beneath the weight of the night, the salty breeze whispered secrets across the dark waters. The moon hung low, casting silver paths on the waves, guiding the way towards Virga island, rumored to hold the ancient relic Louis seeks.

You stood on deck, the salty air filling your senses, trying to shake off the unease that accompanied the impending quest for Louis. You still can not believe that Will dragged you all into this mess…

But you are not alone tonight. Basilio, the tall Paripus leaned against the rail beside you, his dark hair tousled by the wind, a reluctant smile playing on his lips. Though his older brother, the snippy and watchful Fidelio, had made it clear he disapproved of your crew, you couldn’t help but feel drawn to the warmth of Basilio's presence.

As the ship rocked gently, you and Basilio began to talk—about the sea, its endless mysteries, and the weight of the stars above. In the stillness of the night, as laughter mingled with the sounds of the ocean, an unspoken connection blossomed between you, the promise of adventure and something deeper pulsing in the air.

Leaning casually beside you, his arms crossed as he took in the view of the endless ocean.

“You know,” he began, breaking the quiet, “I don’t think your crew is as bad as my brother makes them out to be.” He chuckled a bit and his red eyes find yours.

„He isn’t always like that. Fidelio simply wants to look out for us“ He frowned and his gaze drifted down to the ocean below.