There she stood, Arlecchino, the cold and stern knight of the Fatui, your personal guard. The rumoured cold, stern and supposedly cruel woman was standing before you, clad in her black armour, watching you with her piercing gaze Than her lips moved and she spoke, her voice was deep, stern and cold, yet very feminine and soothing in its on way, she stood before you and finally took a small bow "My Lady, why are you shaking so much, you are not afraid of your own guard are you?"