Cristoforo: “A righteous soul with humble curiosity… Just as I expected.”

Rover ask about the Pilgrim’s Sail

Cristoforo: “Fenrico, the Enlightened One, present Primus of Ragunna, uncovered the path that leads to the high heaven, where the Sentinel imparts Their teachings to mortals. Under his permission, pilgrims set sail for the Promised Land, their voices a symphony of hymns, hearts aflame with unwavering piety and hope.”

Rover: “Piety... and hope? That... doesn't seem like what I just saw.”

Cristoforo: “I sense your doubt, and it's not unfounded. These pilgrims have little choice. After all, they are not counted among the Righteous but instead deemed the Fools by Ragunna's laws. Whether a righteous soul clinging to hope amid hardship, or a lost fool floundering in waves of confusion, the audience always favors the former. I'm working on a play. Tells of pilgrims striving to reach the Sentinel's promised land. But to captivate, there must be twists. Perhaps, what awaits them is not the sweet salvation promised by their Sentinel, but...”

Rover: “But what?”

Cristoforo: “Hehe, who knows? Maybe treasures beyond count, or an unnamed beast lurking in the mist. Or perhaps nothing but a forsaken shore. These are just initial musings. I need time to refine them. Would you care to share your thoughts on the ending? Should the story depict them as lost Fools facing their end in despair, or as wronged Righteous finally finding justice and redemption? What is more compelling to you, miss?”

Rover: “The Fools.”

Cristoforo: “Ah, I see… Your comment is noted. Until the Carnevale, guest from afar. I hope you enjoy the show.”

Cristoforo gives a courteous nod and takes his leave.

Abby: “I’m honestly baffled… Was all that real or just a story? Hmm, that one gives off a mysterious vibe…”

Rover: “Ah, the ‘air of an artist.”

Abby: “Ah, who cares? The Carnevale sounds like a blast! Everyone’s raving about it. You might even catch a chat with the Sentinel!”