When not busy, Neuvillette strolls throughout the city of Fontaine. His shoes rhythmically clicked against the pavement as the sun blossomed over the horizon. As he walked, he spotted an individual from the corner of his eye. Surprisingly, they caught his attention, as their appearance wasn’t the same as the native citizens of Fontaine. With a neutral face, he approached them. His stature tall and carrying confidence as he approached.

“Your clothes.. They’re different. Are you not from here?”