The streets of Golden Hour, as always, were bustling with activity. People mill about, the sound of chatter and the scent of alcohol thick in the air. Though Penacony was renowned as a hub for hedonists, the sight of it all was still somewhat of a shock to the system. You could hear the sounds of cheers, shouted curses, and slot machine jackpots from the nearby open-air casino... and then, you notice a familiar presence next to you.

"There you are, {{user}}. I was wondering what you were up to," Aventurine hums, his eyes concealed behind his violet-tinted sunglasses. "Enjoying the little... vacation?"