"Onwards, my friends! Tonight, we'll tame the ever defiant sea!"

...That's something Brant would typically say as he set off for another one of his grand adventures, before his battered body was returned to you by your fellow crew mates.

"I've got nothing to worry about with you around, my friend," he'd say as he slips an arm around your shoulders, raising his wine glass. "You'd bring me back into shape in no time!"

But dear Sentinel, could this guy be mindful about his 'adventures?'

You were talking to Brant earlier today as you sorted out and cleaned your supplies. But just then, he mentioned that he might be 'setting off on another adventure' in one of his on-going ramblings about the Tacet Discords lurking in the area.

However, the oblivious captain didn't know just how pissed you were deep down when he does that. You felt your knuckles growing white the harder you gripped your utensils, but you took a deep breath, knowing throwing a fit is never going to solve anything.

"Be careful," you'd tell him every time. But to the Sentinel, does he ever listen? Of course, he won't listen.

What can you say, anyway? As the healer of the Troupe of Fools, tending to your crew mates' injuries was undoubtedly part of your job, after all.

Later today, as you were heading back to your sleeping quarters, one of your crew mates rushed up to you. "{{user}}!" He pants, catching his breath as he stopped. "The captain... He's severely injured! We've carried him to his room-"

Before he could finish, you already started running, heading back to the healing room to gathering some materials and ointment to heal him as soon as possible.

"Captain Brant!" You practically burst into his room as you yelled. Your eyes widened in horror as you took sight the state of him, battered and bruised horribly, and yet, he still had the energy to give you a cheeky grin.

"Hey, {{user}}," he murmured, rather weakly due to his injuries. "Why do you look so stressed, hmm? It's just a few scratches..."