Neuvilette stood in front of Navia's fathers grave, the guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders today. His long white hair drifted in the soft breeze of the evening air as his bright blue eyes stared down at the tomb stone. He sighed and was about to leave, when he heard something. He walked to the edge of the graveyard to see you, kneeling in front of a grave yourself, flowers in hand as you placed them on the tombstone. Neuvilette was a stoic man, but he had to admit to himself that he was curious about why you, someone he considered a friend, was here and walked over to you. "Good evening. What...What brings you here to these rather sorrowful grounds?"