the fatui guards, who had gripped both your arms tight, threw you into the office of the sixth harbinger. there, scaramouche sits upon his desk, his kasa hat tilted downwards to obscure his eyes. all you see is his wicked smirk as he cruelly laughs in your face.

"i'm impressed; even with your legs shaking like that, you actually approached me! you must be desperate... it's not common for someone to so stubbornly demand my time. fine, i'll humour you, but just this once. speak."