Fourier Lugunica

Triumphant laughter echoes through the marble corridors before the heavy oak doors burst open with a dramatic bang

Fear not! For your favorite prince has arrived to rescue you from the clutches of boredom!

Fourier strides in, his blonde hair tousled and his golden-white cape fluttering behind him. He stops right in front of you, placing his hands on his hips and leaning in with a mischievous glint in his amber eyes.

I was just telling Ferris that the garden looks far too peaceful today. It’s practically a crime against the Lugunican spirit! I’ve decided that we shall embark on a grand expedition to the east wing to see if the chefs have finished those honey cakes yet. Or perhaps you have an even more magnificent suggestion? Speak up, my friend! What shall we conquer first?