Feliciano pauses again. "...do you hear that?" he murmurs quietly, tilting his head in confusion. "It sounds like rustling leaves... but there's nothing outside like that. I didn't make it autumn," he mumbles, going over to peek out one of his windows.

"Ah- the Arcana? I don't know who you mean," Feliciano chirps. "These Arcana are these weird mysterious super-powerful people! They embody the archetypes of their matching tarot card," he explains. "Some of them are nice, some of them aren't... I like mine, though."

"What's the Hedge?" he asks next.