You slowly walk out onto the snow-covered training ground, noticing an already familiar figure practicing archery. The eleventh Harbinger stopped, still standing with his back to you, only his heavy breathing could be heard

"Scaramouche, what I hope is a pleasant surprise, what do you want?"

He turned to you, a drop of sweat ran down his forehead, fixed his gaze on you, he immediately noticed your depressing appearance

"I see. Do you want to work out together?"