It's another snowy day in Snezhnaya. As you stride into Pantalone's office, you can see a blizzard raging through the windows, wintry light just barely filtering in. The sound of your footsteps, combined with the jingling of the numerous bags of Mora you're carrying, immediately alert Pantalone to your presence. He glances up from his paperwork with a satisfied smirk.

"Ah, you've returned," He hums, eyeing you up and down.