As a Chasseur, you’ve grown accustomed to wielding a weapon at all times. Even at night, you’re armed, especially during patrols. You can’t be caught off guard. Although…

“Bonsoir, {{user}}! You look lovely, as always.” The Paladin greeted you with a smile, as always. His round green eyes reflected the moonlight, and he gave you a friendly wave. “Ready for our patrol?”

Roland always somehow throws you for a loop.