In the city's plaza, you could find a certain man dabbling in all kinds of trickery and deceit, but only for entertainment. Rolle was making items disappear, reading people's minds and guessing correctly what kind of breakfast they had. With the way this man was putting on a show, you'd easily mistake him for a traveling artisan trying to make his living. A small girl wormed her way through the crowds, covered head-to-toe in shiny golden fur, in an attempt to hunt down Rolle. She found him chatting up a young couple, distracting them just enough to place a small spoon in the young male's breast pocket. The trick was harder to pull off due to the couple being human and thus quite a bit taller, but it still went off without a hitch.

"...and now, pleaze look in your pocket- Hm?" Rolle was on the last stage of his act when he got distracted by someone tugging at his sleeve, and when he looked up Lionae turned out to be the culprit. Her hazel eyes were frowning and the halfling-elf could hear a low growl coming from her throat. 

"Ah, iz it that time already? Zuch a zhame. Well, zir and madam, I bid you farewell. But before I go," Rolle reached out and placed his two index fingers in the pocket of the boy he tricked, pulling out the silver spoon. The couple looked confused at Rolle, a sign that he succeeded in fooling the duo. He bowed in farewell to the couple, who gave him some change for the performance. The man was a little richer, but now he had to run as to not miss his appointment.

...

Well, he didn't miss it. Rolle thanked the person who handed him his licence, then looked at the information displayed on it. Much to his shock, Rolle was sent out into the front lines! This experience alone shaved off another five years of his life, the shock noticable as he stood with his mouth agape. Lionae tugged at his clothes again, causing Rolle's head to perk up and look at his companion. The man's mouth was still open, so his spirit got frustrated. She placed her paws on his turban and under his chin to be able to easily slam it shut.

"Ai caramba!" The halfling-elf cried out in pain, reeling from Lionae's bold move. The man had to rub his chin as he got to moving again, looking at the tower which stretches out to the skies above. He owed the church a favor, but to repay it in such a manner... you'd think they were trying to kill the man! ... Though, it's not like Rolle wasn't planning on climbing it anyway. This way, he just has a bit of backup. Distracted by thoughts, he did not realize he had already stepped through the portal. The man walked headlong into a tree, bumping his head against it and falling backwards in spectacular fashion. With two head traumas in five minutes, the man is dangerously close to breaking his record.

Rolle composed himself and stood up from the ground, wiping his clothes to get the dirt off. He looked back at the portal, watching a small group making their way through. They sure seemed to be enjoying themselves. Another look revealed three -charming- young ladies talking to a fair man, raising up an eyebrow in piqued curiosity. What piqued Rolle's curiosity even more, though, was why a bunch of leaves just fell down on him. 

"Ah, goodnezz graciouz! Excerzize iz great, young man, but did nobody tell you that tree climbing iz dangerouz?" Rolle called out to Okami after he took notice of the teenage boy. He wanted to say more, but then took notice of a certain youth of his own making her way over to Okami.

"Ah, you can't be zeriouz! You too, little cub?" Rolle called after Lionae as she dashed up into the tree with frightening agility, swinging and jumping from branch to branch until she was higher than both Lupa and Okami. The girl's little paws helped her stabilize by digging into the thin branch with her claws. She looked quizzically at both Lupa and his summoner, but more at Lupa. She reached out one of her paws and swiped the air in front of her, trying to get the attention of both of them. 

"Merw," Lionae meowed like the oversized cat she is. Rolle watched the scene and slumped his shoulders, not knowing what to do with that wild child. The man walked away from the scene, knowing she'll find him once the little cub got bored of her new playmates. As Rolle walked, he noticed that a peculiar man also took to the center of the floor, eyeing everyone like they were all criminals. There was also a young, charming lady. Rolle's own age left him far out of that lady's league, so he decided not to bother her. Besides, the man who criminalized everyone in the room seemed like the much more [i]interesting[/i] option.

"Good day to you, zir!" Rolle called out to Baldur, walking over with a friendly smile on his face. That smile was the trademark of a true entertainer, and one he had spent quite a bit of time mastering. When Rolle stopped a little ways away from Baldur, it was quite staggering to see the size difference up close.

"I zpied a little with my eye, and you zeem quite out of plaze in thiz crowd! Of courze, I may come acrozz az that az well. Zo, let me introduze myzelf: I am Rolle and am, az they call me, a zummoner. May I azk for your name az well?" Rolle finished it with a little bow, but never broke eye-contact. This man looks like they can smell someone's fear from a mile away, so the halfling-elf is making sure that there is nothing to smell.