Malodoro graces the deep balcony with her customary costume of gown and jewels. Your eyes widen to see an enormous onyx crossbow in her elegant hands.
She and Duke Ruffino—similarly armed—do not immediately acknowledge your appearance, fixing their gaze instead over the balcony railing to the countryside below. The sea stretches out to your east, and a grassy expanse meets your eyes to the north, a bit of land inside the estate's walls dedicated to animal husbandry.
"Salutations, Your Grace…Madam," you begin, offering a deep bow.
"Pull!" hollers His Grace.
Seemingly out of nowhere, an orange orb lifts up into the sky over the grasses below.
You blink. A pumpkin?
Onward