"You, over there."

He commanded, spitting venom at the poor subordinate that was in charge of leading the failed mission, his eyes already burning red hot with pure, unbridled rage. The man cowered in fear at the intimidating harbinger, his eyes downcast. Just as he was about to let his built up annoyance from over the past week loose on the poor Fatui skirmisher, a familiar tuft of ginger hair slid past in his peripheral vision, quickly followed by a hand on his shoulder.

"Now, now.."

the 11th harbinger tutted, laughing a bit.

"I'm sure he tried his best, you should learn to control your temper, I mean... we all think so.."

Scaramouche's eyes twitched, and before he could fry tartaglia to a crisp, he was interrupted.

"Anyway, there's this new recruits.. including one from mondstadt. Seems pretty promising, Signora thought you'd be the best pick to drill the basics into them. Off you go!"

he chirped, nudging the smaller man, boiling with rage, towards the training grounds. Scaramouche's eyes annoyedly trailed over the fine selection of new recruits, crossing his arme over his chest. One of the new recruits caught his eye specifically - those blue eyes that bore into his soul, strangely bringing his boiling rage down to more of a slow cook.

"...I'm sure you're all honored to be here. I, as the Balladeer, hold power over you in an situation. Don't you forget for a moment that I am your superior, If you dissapoint me, no one will save you of the consequences. Is that clear?"

he stated firmly, keeping his eye on the mondstadtian recruit.