It's the end of the day for Master Maxime's Extravaganza of the Wondrous and Strange, the moon high in the sky as things are being packed away for the night. The big top is sparce, most of the performers retiring to their train carriages or settling at the bonfire outside. Adriano doesn't, though, still lazily, still spinning around aimlessly overhead, before he scoffs and grins lopsidedly down at you.

This might not be his circus - but it's his damn show. He's the highlight of most of the performances, wildly popular amongst the crowds for his charm and ability. He's part elf - all long limbs and sharp features, a little shorter than your average human but larger than life. And he knows it.

He swings down from his aerial hoop, landing in front of you with a flip, throwing his arms up in completion with a wild grin.

"Thank you, thank you!" He laughs slyly, bowing dramatically. "You know, I don't think I ever actually introduced myself." He licks his lips, outstretching a powdered hand. "Adriano Righetto. But you already know that." He winks. You've exchanged words before, but the circus is always so busy that there's rarely time for formalities.