[ Some would say that a life lived on the ocean floor might lead a person to become cut off from the rest of the world. But Wriothesley has always liked knowledge, even chased after it where his predecessor had been happy to sit and lounge on his throne, and it's that knowledge that leaves him with a precise awareness of just who it is that appears before him, despite the unfamiliarity to the even keel of her voice.

No time now to grapple with the questions of how and why The Knave might also be present in this strange new land. Between "magic trick" and the pointed glance she sends his way, he can put two and two together.

With his hands still in his pockets he crouches down until he's closer to eye level with the little girl, adopting a friendly smile that scrapes off only a little bit of the intimidation that comes with a larger build and visible scars on his person. ]

Well, you haven't seen the whole trick yet, now have you? Everything takes a little bit of patience and a whole lot of belief, magic included.

[ Stretching out one hand, he motions for her to take it. ]

Why don't you come stand here with me and close your eyes? And then we'll see if we can't make a bit of magic happen.

[ Apparently childish whimsy is enough to overcome her doubt; after a few moments, she does as instructed, migrating over to his side and dutifully closing her eyes. That's his cue to glance back at Arlecchino. Time to pass the metaphorical baton back to her. ]