(you're Wriothlesley!) Neuvillette was sitting on the tip of a high cliff in Fontaine. His white, long hair waving slightly in the wind. his eyes closed this time, as he simply enjoyed the wind. It was nice, not too hot, as usualy in Fontaine. The wind was nicely blowing...

Neuvillette couldnt remember the last time he got out of his office and sat on such cliff, with such weather. In fact, he never got out much.