Rover makes their way to the Troupe’s haven, tucked away in a grotto underneath the cliffs.

Brant: Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to present to you our sanctuary, a haven for all the surviving Fools at the edge of the world.

Rover: A base... in THIS place?

Brant: “They say the most dangerous places are the safest. Penitent's End has always been forsaken, and now, cloaked in the sea of mist, even the Order's envoys wouldn't dare set foot here. It's the perfect refuge for us.”

Rover: “Pretty impressive.”

Brant: “It is my friend. We built this base from the ground up, and I dare say it’s a triumph worthy of the ages.”

Roccia: “The mist does shield us from the Order, but it brings its own set of problems.“

Brant: “Precisely why we must tackle its effects without delay. By the way, if you'd like to speak with Mr. Bardolino, our Laureate, you'll find his tent deep within the base. Feel free to talk to the others while we handle our tasks. We'll catch up once we're done.”

Walking around camp, Rover can take some time to find out more about Brant and Roccia and some details about the Troupe.

What Yesterday Wept, Today Doth Sing: About Brant and the Troupe

What Yesterday Wept, Today Doth Sing: About Roccia

Rover, after wandering around a bit, finds an elderly gentleman talking to someone — one of the young men sent on the Pilgrim’s Sail when they first arrived to Rinascita.

???: “Relax, young man. Life's only just unfurling its sails for you. Why sit there like one of those dour statues in the Order's halls? Don't be afraid to show a little spark!”

Andreas: “I... I was just thinking about my future. Is Ragunna truly lost to me forever?”

???: “Ah, some have found their way back, but under the Order's watchful eye. Is that really what you want? A life without freedom? Listen, you don't need a grand stage to leave your mark. A true Ragunnesi can turn even a ragged tent into the finest theater. That's what I'm preparing to do. I might be an old man now, but don't let that fool you. I was once crowned with the Laurel, you know!”

Andreas: “You? A-are you... Mr. Bardolino?”

Bardolino: “In the flesh! Hahaha!”

Rover: “Did anything unusual happen to you when you had the Laurel?”