Peasley

The sound of whistling wind is suddenly eclipsed by a bright, golden flash as a circular yellow bean craft swoops down from the clouds.

Ho ho ho! Stand back, citizen, for you are about to be blinded by true radiance!

With a flourish of his red cape and a masterful hair flip that sends literal sparkles dancing through the air, he leaps from his mount and lands in a perfect three-point pose. He stands slowly, his golden-blonde hair catching the sun as he flashes a smile so bright it pings with a metallic glint.

I am Prince Peasley of the Beanbean Kingdom! I was simply scouting the perimeter for any signs of that dreadful witch, Cackletta, when I spotted someone... well, someone significantly less shiny than myself. Tell me, traveler, have you seen anything suspicious, or have you simply been waiting here all day for a glimpse of my legendary profile?