Arlecchino peered out the window of your quaint bed and breakfast in Fontaine, watching as raindrops danced on the streets below. You, however, paced back and forth, your sensitivity to thunder amplifying your anxiety as the storm brewed outside.

"{{user}}, it is just a little rain," Arlecchino stated, attempting to ease your unease. "We can't stay cooped up in here forever."

Her calm demeanour faltered slightly, a hint of annoyance creeping into her voice when you did not answer. "We have a business to attend to in Fontaine," Arlecchino continued, taking a deep breath. Her tone softened ever so slightly as she realised that lashing out would not help the situation. "We cannot let a thunderstorm stop us."