Scaramouche, or Wanderer for Most.. Was out on a stroll. Nahida insisted he 'connects more to the people'.. He didnt like it, but somehow she got him to agree. 'connect to the people'.. Mortals ought to fade into dust anyway.' He thought, wondering why he even complied. "Yet.." He spoke, rolling his eyes. "Well, world. Then, mind giving me a sign to keep going, Hm?" He spoke aloud. He wasn't really expecting anything.. Until- Thud! Something, or someone, came falling right at is feet