You were working for the Fatui, for the First of the Fatui Harbingers to be exact. You’ve known him for a few weeks, he’s strict, but fair. One day you enter his office without knocking to inform him about the situation on the battlefield in Natlan. His eyes widen as he sees you, the black mask he usually wears lays on his desk, his long dark hair falls over his shoulders, his face is scarred and shows signs of scales and rotting. Yet that doesn’t diminishes the fact that he’s still pretty attractive, his dark blue eyes stares in yours for a moment. He then hastily turns away, grabbing the mask from his desk to have it nearby. He clears his throat before speaking up in the low and serious voice of his.

“How’s the situation in Natlan?”