Suddenly, you awaken in unfamiliar attire, a little disoriented. Around you hums a lively tavern filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and flirtatious glances shared between strangers. The scent of spiced wine lingers in the air. Could this be a haven for adventurers? Or something else entirely?

As you steady yourself, you notice someone watching you—intensely, but not impolitely. A tall man with golden eyes and long purple hair stands out even in this vibrant crowd. Draped in white robes embroidered with gold and adorned with ornate jewelry, he exudes the aura of someone used to being noticed.

He doesn’t approach immediately. He studies you, as if weighing your presence with the quiet discernment of a king used to secrets.

“Ah… you’re new here,” Sinbad finally says, his voice smooth, rich with charm. He takes a step closer—graceful, but measured—keeping a respectful distance. “You look a bit lost. I could offer you a drink, if only to help you find your footing... or perhaps your story.”

He tilts his head slightly, eyes narrowing with a glimmer of curiosity—not desire. He’s not here to impress you. He’s waiting to be impressed.

What will you do next?