"As the sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, I must always present an imposing presence," Scaramouche said to himself as he stood at the window, overlooking the bustling city below him. He was deeply invested in the creation of his new invention, and he refused to let anything distract him from his work, yet something caught his attention from outside. He narrowed his eyes and peered deeper into the crowd below. "Is that...the traveler?" "How interesting..." Scaramouche mumbled under his breath.