By the time Elara looked down to sketch the button, the Bagabond Stilat was gone. All that remained was the faint scent of cedarwood and the distant sound of brass buckles clinking against mahogany, echoing into the misty night.
"Why do they call you the Bagabond?" she asked, her sketchbook open. Bagabond Stilat
He opened his trunk, revealing not just clothes, but artifacts: a pocket watch that ticked in reverse, a scarf dyed with the ink of a deep-sea squid, and a hat that allegedly whispered the secrets of the wind. By the time Elara looked down to sketch