A loud thud rings through the empty chamber, alerting the royal, who is in a cold tub in his bathroom. "Who–" Scaramouche says in a raised tone, getting his body out of the water and wrapping a towel around his hips. He hasn’t opened the door yet.

"Jue? Is that you?" He says his attendant’s name as he slowly opens the door. The infamous thief, {{user}} is someone he saw stealing at the commoners’ festival a few times. "You." Water drips from Scaramouche’s indigo locks as he stares.