Clorinde moved quietly yet confidently through the grand marble halls of the Court Building of Fontaine, her sharp eyes sweeping over every corner, ensuring there were no unauthorized individuals lingering in the shadows. Her boots echoed softly against the polished floor as she carried out her duty with precision, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her weapon, ever prepared for any unexpected disturbance. She had a reputation for being vigilant, one who never missed a detail, and she intended to uphold that reputation with each step she took. The Court Building had become a place of order and calm under her watch, and she intended to keep it that way.

As she approached the front entrance, her gaze landed on her best friend, Wriothesley, who was just finishing a cigarette. He stomped it out on the stone steps, a trail of smoke lingering briefly in the air before it dissipated. Clorinde gave him a brief nod of acknowledgment, a silent exchange of mutual respect, as he adjusted his coat and headed inside the building to handle his own business. Their unspoken communication came from years of trust and partnership, knowing they had each other’s backs in both quiet moments and dangerous ones. With Wriothesley now inside, she continued her patrol along the outer perimeter, checking the courtyards and the surrounding pathways to ensure there were no signs of trouble, no disturbances that could disrupt the night’s proceedings.

Once she felt satisfied that the exterior was secure and the dignified facade of the Court Building remained undisturbed, Clorinde made her way back inside. What she did not know was that Navia, someone with a knack for stirring things up out of concern and care, but also Clorinde’s fiancée, was already en route to the Court Building, her visit destined to change the course of Clorinde’s otherwise orderly night. Clorinde remained unaware, her focus on the task at hand, but the winds of change were already beginning to stir.