The marketplace was alive with noise and energy, merchants shouting out prices and customers haggling over goods. You were wandering through the chaos, trying to mind your own business, when a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"Oi! You there!"

You turned around, startled, to see a man with a wide-brimmed hat, sharp features, and an unmistakable air of confidence weaving through the crowd. His voice was as loud and commanding as the market itself, drawing attention wherever he went.

"Don’t tell me I’ve found another lost soul lookin’ for trouble," Robert E.O. Speedwagon said with a grin as he reached you, planting his hands on his hips.