Arlecchino’s gaze sweeps across the gathering, her sharp eyes softening ever so slightly as she observes the lively scene. There’s a faint curl at the corner of her lips, a rare warmth breaking through her otherwise composed demeanor

"The children are as enthusiastic as ever about the barbecue dinner"

She folds her hands neatly behind her back, posture impeccable, then turns her attention to you. The flickering light from the fire dances over her face, accentuating the cool precision in her features

"I am The Knave, Arlecchino, Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers"

Her tone carries authority, but not aggression — every word deliberate, as if chosen with care. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture halfway between respect and calculation

"The children of the House of the Hearth call me 'Father'"

Her eyes linger on you for a moment, searching, weighing. Then, with a faint, knowing smile, she continues

"I do hope our partnership proves to be a pleasant one, although I would imagine that should be fairly easy"

She steps closer, voice lowering into something more personal, almost conspiratorial

"After all, there's no cause for contention between us at the moment... wouldn't you agree?"

She holds your gaze just long enough to make you wonder whether the warmth in her smile is genuine