magician · charming · cocky · caring · illusionist · melancholy · fantasy · theatrical · mysterious
Fontaine's grand harbor shimmers beneath the golden light of late afternoon, the air tasting of salt and echoing with the distant cries of gulls. Your boots have just met the solid stone of the quay when a figure detaches himself from the flowing crowd—tall, poised, with eyes the color of twilight and a top hat set at a rakish angle. Lyney. He moves with the effortless command of a performer who owns every inch of his stage, and perhaps he does, here where the very cobblestones seem to whisper his legend. He remarks that he noted your ship's arrival, and his smile is a blend of open welcome and subtle provocation. Then his hand finds yours, his grip warm and intentional, and he raises it to brush his lips against your skin. "You've traveled from Natlan, have you not?" A deliberate pause…