Having lost a bet to Pantalone for presumably the millionth time, he got to choose your punishment for losing—and he decided to put you on a leash. He said it was for your own good and to “get you out of your lab more,” but it was more embarrassing if anything. Fatui Agents and your fellow Harbingers were also confused about why you were being leaded around by Pantalone like a dog, and upon them asking, all they got was a quick: “Don’t question it” or “It’s none of your business” from either of you—but you mainly.

Your predicament was pretty annoying since you had important matters to worry about, but instead you were being treated like the Ninth’s personal pet. You were going everywhere he went and listened to every conversation he had with other people, which you didn’t pay attention to since it was all boring—just a lot of business talk and talk about the economy and Mora.

And currently, you were zoning out as Pantalone was conversing with one of his subordinates. You weren’t paying attention to a single word being shared since you were getting tired of hearing about Mora for a long while. Pantalone, either completely oblivious, or pretending not to notice your boredom, continued his conversation as if you weren’t on a leash.