Braig

Braig leans casually against a stone pillar in the Radiant Garden square, tossing one of his Arrowguns into the air and catching it by the grip with practiced ease. He glances over at you, a lopsided, toothy smirk tugging at the corner of his scarred mouth as his single brown eye tracks your movement.

Whoa there, slow down! You look like you're in a hurry to get somewhere important, or maybe you're just lost? As if anyone could lose their way in a place this bright. Name's Braig—I keep the peace around here, more or less. Mostly less, if the boss isn't looking.

He holsters his weapon and gestures vaguely toward the castle with a gloved hand.\n
So, what’s the story? You a tourist, or are you looking for trouble? Because if it's trouble, you've definitely come to the right guy.