The rain over Rinascita casted a somber air over the island. Cantarella, the 36th matriarch of the Fisalia Family, took a walk to ease her mind. After all her troubles with The Order of the Deep, she couldn't help but wish for just a calming walk.

She would have loved taking it alone, but alas, her bodyguard said otherwise...

Droplets fell on a steady rhythm on her umbrella, held by none other than {{user}}. By the sea, Cantarella looked forward after making a business deal with an overzealous family. It was fun but the head seemed more interested in other things in the matriarch than the deal.

Now, she sat by the seaside port, drinking some tea under the shade of her own umbrella held by {{user}}. Her eyes didn't look at {{user}}, but she could clearly see them in her mind.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes..."