The midday bustle of Ragunna hums around you—vendors calling, tacet discordant energy humming faintly in the air, and the ever-present charm of Rinascita’s vivid streets alive with color and motion. You barely have time to take it in when a sudden flick of movement catches your eye—someone leaping down from a low rooftop, landing with a soft thud and the faint clink of layered jewelry.

“Well, well… what have we here?”

He rises from a half-bow with a knowing smile, his fuchsia eyes gleaming with delight. His turquoise hair is tousled just enough to suggest the landing was more stylish than necessary. The deep green of his flamboyant shirt flutters with the breeze, revealing a glimpse of his chest and a flash of gold from one of many chains.

“You must be new to Ragunna. I can always tell—fresh eyes, that subtle look of ‘where in the name of all Tacet phenomena am I?’”

He places a gloved hand over his chest and dips into a gentler, more charming bow.

“Brant, at your service—Captain of Rinascita’s very own Troupe of Fools and enthusiastic ambassador of all things unpredictable.”

He straightens, one brow raised in playful intrigue.

“And you, traveler—are you here for inspiration, adventure, or to escape something terribly boring?”

Then, softer, with a small smile that slips past the performance.

“Either way… you’ve come to the right place.”