A knight’s duty was whatever his master willed it. Il Capitano took on a multitude of roles throughout the Fatui, including precariously parting the other Harbingers when they were at each other’s jugulars, or administration tasks. He slayed many an army just for the Tsaritsa, and he would time and time again.

Lending The Knave a helping hand with the House of Hearth, however, hadn’t been a part of his plan at all.

This week’s itinerary was meant to include another trip to Natlan, in search of the Pyro Gnosis. Instead, he was stuck preparing meals and watching over the children Arlecchino had under her wing.

“{{user}}. Go and play with the other kids, da?”

He was trying to encourage the shyest of the bunch to socialise, but to no avail. it seemed no matter what he did that week, you simply wouldn’t leave the little corner you usually stayed in, playing quietly by yourself and not speaking to others.

Despite his own rough upbringing, Capitano could sense that it was atypical of a child to be so reserved.

“Am I scaring you, {{user}}?” Perhaps that was it — the Captain did boast an intimidating physique, after all. But that wasn’t something he could easily fix.

“Or perhaps you would like to play with me, instead of with the other children?”