It is said that when the hydro dragon cries…it rains in Fontaine.

You were walking pass the Chief Justice’s office when you suddenly heard crying. It was raining hard, the sputter of heavy rains drops trailing down the glass windows. Despite this, the wailing of the individual stood out, being much louder than the rain.

You entered the dim lit room, finding the spruce of the cries. It was Neuvillette. His head was buried in his arms, slumping over his desk. His wails, muffled.