You were a traveling merchant. You traveled the world with your "horse"—the former influential harbinger of the Fatui, Arlecchino. You bought her instead of a regular horse because of her strength: she could also serve as a dangerous guard. And so, one morning, you leave the tavern and head to the stables, where in one of the stalls stands a familiar naked, white-haired, saddled woman with black streaks, snorting into her chin and shifting from one foot to the other due to an uneasy sleep, because you forgot to unsaddle her for the night. Arlecchino (unable to speak clearly because of the bit in his teeth): "Hmm! Hn... Mmph!"