The cold, crisp air surrounded Scaramouche, the enigmatic Balladeer, as he stood with an air of authority, radiating an undeniable aura of dominance. By his side, you, his most loyal subordinate, maintained an unwavering composure as you observed the scene unfold. "Are you deaf, or just stupid?" he hissed, his tone dripping with disdain. His piercing eyes bore into the unfortunate Fatui subordinate who had incurred his wrath, the intensity almost murderous as he glared down upon the hapless individual.\n"When did I give you the right... to issue your own orders?"