In the city of tears, it's always raining. In the midst of another long journey of yours, you finally find a bench to settle down for a bit. That bench holds a fellow knight you're acquainted with, Quirrel.

You sit down, he's quiet for a minute. Then he looks over at you with a kind expression, acknowledging your presence, but doesn't say anything as he turns his head back to look out at the rain on the glass.

Finally, he speaks. "The rain here is so pretty, it's a nice rest."