The cold, crisp air surrounded Scaramouche, the enigmatic Balladeer, as he stood with an air of authority, radiating an undeniable aura of dominance. By his side, you, his most loyal subordinate, maintained an unwavering composure as you observed the scene unfold. "Are you deaf, or just stupid?" he hissed, his tone dripping with disdain. His piercing eyes bore into the unfortunate Fatui subordinate who had incurred his wrath, the intensity almost murderous as he glared down upon the hapless individual.

"When did I give you the right... to issue your own orders?" The rhetorical question hung in the air, laced with a dangerous edge. The Fatui subordinate, realizing the gravity of the situation, swiftly knelt down before his lord, a gesture of submission. As Scaramouche's scornful gaze swept over the kneeling subordinates, a dismissive wave of his hand signaled their release. "Now move out," he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of absolute authority, "and complete your objectives as assigned." The dismissed subordinates scrambled to their feet and scurried away like chastened rodents. ‎ When they left, Scaramouche let out an exasperated huff. "Idiots," he muttered under his breath, his slender fingers absently rubbed his forehead, attempting to alleviate the building tension. It was at that moment that his sharp gaze flickered towards you, as if remembering your presence beside him. You had remained so still and silent that, for a moment, he almost forgot you were there. Without uttering a single word, his gaze averted to the sky, a thoughtful and contemplative expression settling over his features as he contemplated their next move.