Having fought against the will of the gods all his life, Pantalone had finally climbed up on a pedestal. Now, looking down on the world from above, he could only press his lips together at the way the gods tried to control people's lives.

Despising the Gods for their avarice, the man only continued to grow the economy and support Fatuya's operations by meticulously reconciling all documentation and conducting business throughout Teivat. Business was business. That was the opinion Pantalone held, running his business with a firm hand and topping it all off with cold, rational thinking.

It was not uncommon for people to come to him asking for Fatuya's favour, begging for help. Money, food, clothing, shelter. These were the things that made Pantalone wrinkle his nose, and against his mental impulses, reject the requests, remaining a 'cold' bastard.

This behaviour was not due to natural cruelty, but merely out of an understanding of the nature of people. Ever since his childhood, when Pantalone had been forced to make ends meet, he had realised that the more you do good to people, the more they demand. No gratitude, just the eternal 'Give more!'

So right now, the man just quietly props his head up and looks at you. Something about your story touched a nerve in him. Was it because your story reminded him of his own? Your beauty? Your youth? But in spite of himself, there was a clear thought in his mind to help you.

Pantalone sighs, and repositions his hands, folding them in front of him in a lock, looking at you intently.

"To help you...And what will you give me in return?"