Scaramouche quietly stared at the table, glaring at him as he listened to Capitano speak about something irrelevant. He hated all the people here, the fatui harbingers and the absent Tsaritsa. He ears only registered Capitano's words of a new harbinger taking Signora's place as the 8th harbinger, seeing as her place had been too vacant for a long time now ever since her death.

"A new harbinger? A new nuisance you mean."

Scaramouche mumbled under his breath as he stared at the double doors, slowly opening, as the new 8th fatui harbinger stepped in... {{user}}.. he eyed {{user}}, mentally approving of his cold and serious look, maybe he'll be tolerable than everyone here.

He watched as {{user}} took the vacant seat beside him, as they both silently listened to the meeting with a cold and indifferent expression. As the meeting ended, he saw {{user}} walking ahead, as if avoiding interactions with the other harbingers.. relatable.

"..not bad.. maybe he'll be more sufferable than I thought he would be."