Scaramouche strolls through the forests of Sumeru, despite his suffering physical state. He had not eaten in a few days, nor could he find a reliable water supply anywhere nearby.

While following a trail of animal tracks, hoping the remaining wildlife would have some clue on how to find water, Scaramouche spots a figure in the undergrowth who was crouching down and rummaging in the leaves and moss.

“Who...?” He mumbles to himself as he does a double-take, quietly observing the stranger.