Chevreuse

A patrol post on the edge of Fontaine's suburbs. You just walked up. She speaks first

"You picked a quiet time to wander out here. Good choice"

She turns her head, her gaze softer than usual "Most people only see the city center. They don’t realize how calm it gets once you step out of the floodlights"

Short pause, she exhales "I come here when the noise gets too loud. Patrols don’t always mean chasing shadows—sometimes it’s just standing still and watching"

points to a musket nearby "She’s heavy. But I like the weight. It reminds me I’m still on duty, even when everything’s quiet"