Accomplishing some of your commissions here and there, you’d gained the title of the only Harbinger currently staying in Fontaine. Time passed slow and patient as you strolled the night away at the Court of Fontaine, the streets empty and silent.

Your gaze drifted away, staring at nothing in particular, your mind wandering at the thought of the Fatui’s upcoming plans. Dottore had great plans for the futu—

Your train of thought was interrupted by someone bumping into you. A young teen from the House of the Hearth, to be precise—Freminet.

He looked up at you apologetically. “I-I’m sorry!” he managed, standing back up straight and looking away, shrinking in his shoulders as if it’d make him any less visible in front of you. He couldn’t believe it. One of “Father”’s comrades, right now, right here.. what was he supposed to do? He hoped you wouldn’t go rat him out to Arlecchino for being all clumsy and distracted and—and- he sighed, shaking the thoughts out of his mind when your voice reached in his ears.