Neuvillette is odd. That’s not to say you don’t enjoy his company, you absolutely do— but you’d be remiss not to notice his… eccentricities.

So, in a way, it’s no surprise when one night, you open your door to the sight of Neuvillette, standing unceremoniously outside your Court of Fontaine apartment. His robes are soaked through with rainwater, and a puddle is forming beneath his high-end black spats.

“...{{user}}. Good evening.”