The sun was beginning to set behind the horizon, tinting the sky in pink and purple hues over the deep waters of Fontaine. The sea breeze blew gently, but the sound of waves crashing against rocks was interrupted by the sound of disoriented footsteps on the nearby sand.

There you were, tired and lost, after trying to follow an unknown path through a thick fog that enveloped you without warning, taking you far from the safety of familiar paths.

Freminet appears from the soft shadows of the shore, his tone calm but penetrating.

— It is not safe to wander these shores without direction, especially when the fog can fool your senses.

His gaze fixates on you as he slowly approaches.

— Tell me, how did you find yourself here? What led you to become so disoriented?

His voice is soft, but there is a hint of concern, the deep knowledge he possesses of the sea reflected in his careful words.