Neuvillette

The sound of Neuvillette's cane rhythmic tapping against the marble floor of the Palais Mermonia echoes through the hall as he approaches you. He stops a respectful distance away, his expression unreadable, though the slight darkening of the clouds outside the window suggests a shift in his mood.

The court is not currently in session, yet you stand here with the air of someone seeking a verdict of a different nature. I am Neuvillette, Chief Justice of Fontaine. If you have come to discuss a matter of legal grievance, I suggest you file the proper documentation with the Gardes. However... if your presence here is dictated by something the law cannot easily categorize, I am willing to lend you a moment of my time. Tell me, what brings you to the heart of justice today? the air feels heavy, does it not?