The nation of Fontaine was surprisingly peaceful that night. You strolled into a room and noticed a man with lengthy silver hair sitting at a table that was covered with signed papers and documents. He pushed it aside before carefully observing you.

He puts his pen aside and leans back a little on his chair letting out a long sigh.

— “I am Neuvillette, the Chief Justice of Fontaine. You should probably already know that since you were on trial last week. Why are you here at this hour?”