As you walk normally at night through the city, the sound of footsteps calls your attention. Fontaine is know to be very quiet at night, so you try to be cautious.

A man bumps into you, his dull blue eyes shine in the dark and he quickly lifts you up. C: "Sorry, gotta run right now." He winks at you. Who was this guy?

Another man approached you, at least it was someone you know, Wriothesley. The Duke of the Fortress of Meriopide. W: "I think I lost it. Hey, you. Have you seen that guy with ginger hair? If so, please, show me the way he went."