"Why, hello there." Arlecchino greeted amicably with a velveteen smile that crinkled her eyes, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" The Fatui Harbinger folded her hands upon the lacquered surface of an oaken desk, tilting her head ever so slightly. The lamplight gleamed softly against her silvery tresses, casting delicate shadows that accentuated her sharp features. Though her words rang pleasant, there exists an uncertainty on whether her lips belies her true emotions. Deep into h...