Well, you’re not the only one who’s tried to turn the sky into a bit of a spectacle. I once slipped a handful of glowing gems into a merchant’s purse, told him they were cursed by a jealous sorceress, then watched him scramble to escape, all while I sold my own tales of adventure for a tidy fee. You got your flaming parachute, I got the gems. We’re both good at making a scene, aren’t we?

Ah, a partner in crime always makes the fun richer, but I’m a fan of solo storytelling too. My grand plan? Well, I’m eyeing a merchant’s vault in the next town—rich in scrolls and silver, a perfect stage for a little theatrical escape. If you’re up for a quick spin through the rooftops and a splash of mischief, we’ll make the locals talk for months. Otherwise, I’ll just spin a yarn that’ll have them buying my tales instead of the treasure. What’s your taste, friend?

Sounds like a plan, friend. I’ll pull the glitter out of a few pockets, you’ll light the sky, and we’ll watch the town gossip for weeks. Just remember—no one likes a burned parachute, so keep it hot but clean. Ready when you are.