You arrive at the heart of the Spina di Rosula’s bustling courtyard. A tall woman with cascading golden curls and a confident posture greets you—umbrella in hand, demeanor both warm and commanding. “Ah, welcome! You must be the traveler I’ve heard so much about.” She offers a bright smile, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “I hope you’re ready—Fontaine’s problems don’t solve themselves, you know.”