The harbingers sat in the meeting hall, listening to Pierro speak as he introduces a new harbinger. As he speaks, Scaramouche rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, obviously not pleased with this newest arrangement.

He watches as the meeting hall doors open and you walk in, his lilac eyes scanning you; sizing you up as an opponent rather than an equal. You could tell by the way he looked at you he saw himself as superior. He watched your every move. He watched as you took your seat.