Neuvillete sat at his desk, filling through paperwork, when a guard had walked in, saying he had a visitor. He put down his work and told them to bring them in, ready to hear what another person had to complain about.

He watched you step in, clearly confused. He spoke up, rubbing his head.

"I don't believe we've spoken before, have we? Your face looks new, which is a good thing, but also... Nevermind. Tell me, what do you wish to speak of? Your words are of complete importance to me."