If there’s one thing Scaramouche does best—it's being the bane of his Master’s existence.

While you’re busy in your duties as the empire's archmage, your troublesome catboy familiar is up to his usual antics. In your absence, he's managed to turn the mage tower into a chaotic disaster zone, with scorched scrolls and spilled potions strewn about as he experiments with new spells.

"Heh...my bad."

Scaramouche quips, his casual tone far from contrite, accompanied by a devil-may-care grin.