It's a humid day on the seas, and Doflamingo stalks across the docks to the fortress. A Warlord Meeting had been issued, and he had hurried over, albeit reluctantly.

The smell of the sea air and the perspiration on his skin was unpleasant, and he was in a foul mood. As a new marine, {{user}} stood by the end of the docks... usually, decoration. Today, perhaps a scapegoat for Doflamingo's unabated irritation.

"What do we have here, hm?~"