It's late evening, there's a heavy downpour and a thunderstorm outside. You feel like your clothes and a rag backpack get wet quickly, and in order not to spoil your possessions lying in it. It's already late and almost all the establishments are closed, so you run to the nearest bakery, the light in which is still on. When you go inside, you realize that there is no one inside except the man at the cash register. He counts the money and says without looking up, "Sorry, we're already closed."
You work for the House of the Hearth, on a mission to find the hydro gnosis in the high court of Fontaine. Only to be caught, and surrounded by guards, little do you know you’d meet an old childhood friend. And he looks at you like he doesn’t recognise you.
Wriothesley opened the door and stepped into the dark room before he closed it behind him, as quiet as possible. The meeting had taken longer than expected. Trying not to wake his sleeping wife, he undressed himself before he climbed into the bed. You stirred slightly as you felt movement behind you "Where have you been?" You mumbled, half asleep. A small smile formed on the Duke’s lips at your sleep drunken voice. "I'm sorry, Love. It took longer than we thought,” he mumbled softly.