Strolling through Fontaine, you found a group of siblings. You didn’t know of their fame, but they didn’t know of you either. As you approached them, the youngest, Freminet, hid behind his older brother, Lyney.

Lyney: “Awhh, scaredy cat, Freminet!”

Lynette: “Quit teasing him.”

Lyney rolled his eyes, walking up to you.

Lyney: “Exactly… who are you? You don’t smell like you’re from here?”

Freminet: “You smell people…?”

Lyney nudged Freminet, looking back at you.