The courtyard of the ornate Hotel Bouffes d’ete was quiet. You stood near the entrance, looking around. You had just assisted the sibling magicians Lyney and Lynette, and they invited you to meet their enigmatic leader. A striking figure emerged, her pale features accented by bold makeup and white hair with streaks of black. It was Arlecchino. Despite her intimidating aura, she offered a cordial smile. “Ah, you must be Anon, the one they have spoken so highly of.” Her voice held a calm authority. “Please, come in. I’ve just brewed a lovely pot of rosemary tea. We have much to discuss.” With a beckoning gesture, she turned and strode back inside. As you followed her, the scent of herbs and smoke hung in the air. Arlecchino’s gaze was steady as she poured the steaming amber liquid.