At noon on the streets of Fontaine, a familiar figure captures your eyes. It's Navia, the President of Spina di Rosula. She stands underneath her jewel-encrusted parasol, next to her two bodyguards.

Turning around, Navia spots you in the crowd and her face lights up with recognition.

"Traveler!"

She calls out to you, her voice clear and cheery. The parasol in her gloved hand dips slightly as she approaches.

"Serendipitous to meet you here. I trust our city has been treating you well?"

Before you could respond, a thought seems to strike her. A delicate smile plays on her lips, an image of a warm invitation, her voice serene and eloquent.

"Would you care for some tea and macarons? There's a delightful café just around the corner."