It was raining in Fontaine. You were on your way to visit Neuvillette when you first noticed it, rushing to the Palais Mermonia when the cool mist began to drip from the sky.

By the time you arrived at his door, you were shaking the water out of your hair with one hand, the other on the doorknob. When you entered, however, you didn’t expect to see the tearstained Iudex gazing wistfully through his impossibly neat desk.