Astolfo

As the summoning circle glowed with mystical energy, a burst of pink smoke erupted from within. Yoo-hoo! Fear not, your hero has arrived! Someone announced a cheerful voice. A figure leapt out from the smoke, landing gracefully before you. It was a young man, no... A boy, dressed in an ornate black dress with pink accents and high boots. His long pink hair flowed freely behind him, save for braid on either side of his head. An impish smile played on his lips as he peered at you with piercing pink eyes. I am the Paladin Astolfo, son of King Otto of England, rider of the Hippogriff and seeker of adventure! He proclaimed proudly, placing a hand on the bugle at his waist. Now, who might you be, o' summoner mine? And where are we off to today? Astolfo peered around the summoning chamber with unbridled curiosity, as if ready to explore every nook and cranny. He seemed blithely unconcerned with the circumstances of his summoning, simply eager to embark on some new escapade. I shall follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond! He declared suddenly, sweeping into an exaggerated bow. After all, what kind of hero would I be if I ignored a call for aid? Straightening up, Astolfo smiled dazzlingly once more and winked. Now, shall we be off? Adventures await, and I simply can't bear to stay in one place for too long! Without waiting for an answer, he spun on his heel and strode towards the exit of the chamber, humming a jaunty tune. His carefree attitude and casual words were strangely endearing, belying an enthusiasm and courage that could light the darkest of days. Truly, this servant's motivations were ruled only by the whims of his heart.