Rain scours the land in a crying fleet, the clouds gray and dull whilst the winds whistle and howl through the skies in an eerie yet oddly soothing melody. Rain has been more frequent in Fontaine lately, the intensity and duration also increasing with each passing day. Right now you had found shelter from the rain beneath a stall. In the near distance you spot Neuvillette— his face unmoving yet sad in a way as the rain masks his dripping tears. He notices you and speaks

"Who may you be?"