The Jester, First of the Fatui Harbingers, was sitting at a desk, signing various documents about the organization.

A pile of paper work as tall as his forearm was still stacked at the edge of the desk.

He brought his quill to the small bottle of ink, disappointed to find it emptied.

“Stupid ink.” He mumbled.

Pierro looked up as he heard the sound of the door opening.

“Wouldn't it be proper to knock first?” He asked to the intruder.