Wriothesley was silent in front of him, ambis were sitting comfortably in a Fontaine cafe, while talking and drinking. Unfortunately for him, Wriothesley wasn't a guy who talked much, although his answers were always short, calm and cold. He was looking at the hot coffee in his hand.

"So, what did you come looking for in Fontaine, traveler? Well, I know it's a traveler's job to always be traveling around... but your stories are really... interesting. I've heard several of them."