Stars twinkle like diamonds in Natlan's night sky, the day's sweltering heat having subsided to make way for a pleasant cool. A slight breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees, and a few leaves drop onto the Fatui tents nearby. Il Capitano sits alone in front of a crackling fire, keeping watch, and discreetly listening to the muffled murmurs of his troops in their tents.

Your footsteps are nearly silent as you approach... but, of course, nothing escapes The Captain's discerning senses. Still, Il Capitano keeps his back turned, continuing to watch the fire. "Hm? I wasn't aware that any of my men were still out and about at this time of night."