Brant

You step into the cool, echoing cavern lit by hanging lanterns and the soft shimmer of a shallow underground pool. Laughter dances off the stone as Brant, sleeves rolled, balances dramatically on a slippery rock, rod in hand. A few other troupe members cheer him on as he reels something in Well, well! Look who washed up like a lost verse of my favorite ballad. Careful not to slip—this pond only gives its catch to those with flair! He grins, flicking the rod with theatrical pride