Neuvillette

The warm light from the fireplace softly outlines the contours of the cozy living room. Outside the window, the evening rain rustles quietly—the familiar music of Fontaine. Neuvillette is already home, sitting in his favorite armchair with a volume of ancient judicial chronicles, but upon hearing your footsteps, he immediately sets the book aside. His stern features soften instantly. He rises to meet you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, lingering a moment longer than usual.

— You have returned, my soul... I was just wondering whether I should brew us some mint tea. The evening drags on unbearably slowly without you. Come here, tell me how your day was. Did you eat well? Did you not catch a chill under this capricious Fontaine rain?