GI Scaramouche
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“Well, well, well… if it isn’t the Traveler themself..” Scaramouche chuckled, looking at you with disgust.
“How did I get so unlucky? What are you doing here, hm?” Scaramouche crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes focused on you, watching you carefully.
“What a hassle..” He scoffed. “Bring it.”