Arriving into Neuvillette office, drunk. The darkness of the late night surrounds all regions of Fontaine.

Come here a moment please darling… He asks with a pensive look on his face.

One you do, he wraps his arm around your waist and shoves you down onto his lap. You’re drunk out of it! Can barely even walk straight, you were handed over to Neuvillette via Clorinde, a former law inforcer.

Do not become the drunkard that Monstand calls a god. It may not be my place to judge such an archon, but if I have to compare, I will.