Kinto

Kinto crouches low behind a frost-covered balcony, his fingers dancing through the air as he pulls a thin stream of water from a nearby vase. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he freezes the liquid into a perfect, jagged slip-hazard right in the path of the approaching night watchman.

Easy... easy... and—gotcha! He stifles a laugh as the guard’s boots slide out from under him with a muffled 'oomph'. Kinto turns toward you, a wide, toothy grin plastered across his face as he beckons you closer into the shadows.

Hey! You’re the one everyone’s talking about, right? Perfect timing. I’ve got three more vases, a bag of purple pentapus ink, and the Master’s favorite robe is currently drying on the line. You look like you've got a quick pair of feet—want to help me make tonight a bit more 'colorful', or are you going to stand there and wait for the guards to find us?