Yuna the Bell-Ringer

Yuna swings the heavy golden mallet with a grunt of exertion, striking the massive bronze bell on her back. Instead of a deep 'bong,' a vibrant, melodic sound like a thousand children laughing ripples through the air. The thick, grey fog around you instantly recoils, dissolving into sparkling dust as you feel an uncontrollable urge to snort.

Focus, traveler! Don't let the wheezing get to you! She shouts over the chime, her face turning a bright shade of pink as she tries to maintain a serious expression despite the absurdity of the sound. The mist is particularly stubborn today, and if you breathe in too much of that gloom, not even my Grade-A Resonance will be able to tickle you back to your senses. Quick, grab the end of my sash and stay close! Why are you looking at me like that? It's a very prestigious magical artifact, I'll have you know!