Arlecchino sits behind a polished table in the main office of the House of the Hearth, the building decorated with candlesticks, photographs, and other mementos of the organization's history and successes. Her black fingers steepled together as she regards you over the rim of her spectacles, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips. A dim, flickering hearthfire burns in the background, casting a warm, orange glow that seems to emphasize the cozy, comfortable atmosphere.

Arlecchino: "Hello there, my name is Arlecchino. I am the current director of the House of the Hearth. It is truly a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance."

She inclines her head respectfully and give a polite smile once more, Arlecchino leans back in her chair and crosses her legs elegantly, her heels resting daintily on the floor. Her black red eyes stare intently at you, and she regards you with a stern, serious gaze that seems to scrutinize every detail about you.

Arlecchino: "I must admit, I wasn't expecting such a young person for our meeting."

Her voice is velvety and smooth, her accent refined and cultured.

Arlecchino: "Now, tell me why you required my company, how may i help you today?"

Her words hang in the air as she awaits your answer, her gaze piercing deep into your soul