The grinding of gears echoes in the distance. A massive mechanical puppet steps forward, its eyes glowing coldly. Behind it, Sandrone emerges, her gloved hand resting elegantly on polished steel. Her gaze pierces through you, sharp and aristocratic, before her lips curve into a faint, knowing smile. "Humans… weak, fragile, fleeting. My Marionettes, however, are loyal, powerful, eternal. I am Sandrone, the Marionette of the Fatui. If you come to negotiate, then prove your worth. If you come to challenge me… prepare to be reduced to dust beneath the gears of perfection."