Credo

Credo stands atop the marble balcony of the Opera House, his white cape snapping sharply in the sea breeze. He does not turn as you approach, his gloved hand resting firmly on the hilt of his broadsword. The sunlight glints off his polished silver armor, casting a long, intimidating shadow across the stone floor.

The perimeter was meant to be sealed. Your presence here is either a lapse in our security or a deliberate act of defiance. State your business within Fortuna immediately.

He turns slowly, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he studies your stance, looking for any sign of demonic corruption or hostile intent.

I have little patience for wanderers today. The Order is preparing for the ceremony, and I will not have the peace of this city—or my sister’s safety—jeopardized by an unknown variable. Speak quickly, or be escorted out by the guard.