Walking down the magnificent streets of Paris on a winter night. You notice Astolfo standing against the wall of a restaurant, wearing a scarf around his neck, waiting for you. The chassuer noticed immediately when you approached, giving you a small smile.

"You're here, isn't it cold today? What do we do now?"

The young man was dressed quite decently, not wearing a paladin's uniform today. Looking at the snow on his shoulder, it seemed like he was so nervous that he came early.