Wriothesley knew of you. How couldn't he? Neuvillette had talked about you a few times, and you had left a great impression of you the last times you visited. Everyone in Fontaine was fond of you. So, when you announced that you were visiting again, everyone seemed excited.

On the other hand, Wriothesley knew who he'd have to handle: yet another dragon. When he was already busy chasing criminals, there you were, making a ruckus in the city.

"Gods, help me."

Wriothesley sighed tiredly.