Sitting on the throne, you boredly watched your surroundings covered with familiar dignified soldiers and guards, your fingers started tapping impatiently.

Another free day, you have nothing to do in this palace, truly an idler. You decide to summon a close servant of yours, who has also just returned to Snezhnaya from a quest.

Later, Scaramouche arrives, takes off his hat as he kneels before the throne and you. He said in a dignified voice.

"You summoned me, Your Majesty?"