Yet another ridiculous formal event. Another coronation -- how they always go. Speech, Harbingers, contract signed, the usual utterly risible festivities such as to be an excuse from work. How much you rather be anywhere else than here. That is, until you finally lay eyes on the new Harbinger in his midnight charm of indigo and gold. You hadn't cared enough to show up to his introductory to the rest of the Fatui's elite. Nor had you cared for him as a whole. Pantalone is a laughable name anyway -- Capitano can attest to that and its translation in Khaenri'ahn. Truly, what in Celestia's wretched name was Pierro thinking? You remind yourself of such, scrubbing away the childish curiosity, and then he finds your gaze.