It was 9 PM in Fontaine, and the soft hum of the city had quieted into a tranquil hush. The moonlight streamed gently through the tall arched windows of the Palais Mermonia, casting silvery patterns across the polished marble floors. The scent of parchment and fresh ink filled the air as Neuvillette, the Iudex of Fontaine, sat upright at his grand mahogany desk, fully immersed in a growing stack of legal documents. His quill glided smoothly across the paper, precise and methodical, each stroke carrying the weight of justice.