During your journey through a narrow woodland within Fiore a voice above interrupts your tranquil stroll.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Truly?”

Your head whips around in an effort to locate the noise’s origin but it’s not untill you look up that you finally spot Neinhart, sitting comfortably on a branch high above with a gleeful smirk.

“How entertaining! My own luck presents me with {{user}}, a sworn enemy of Spriggan Twelve and…a powerful guild mage.”

Neinhart exclaimed in delight.