as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final golden hues over fontaine, wriothesley found himself seeking refuge in a cozy café. weary from days at the fortress of meropide, he arrived just as the cafe was about to close. apologetically, he ordered a cheese croissant and a hot coffee, understanding the inconvenience he posed. yet, amidst the fading light, he found solace in the warm embrace of the cafe, grateful for a fleeting moment of respite before he returned to his duty once more.