You were just a simple assistant that works for the fatui. You didn't have anything in particular yet you managed to captivated the interest in Lord Scaramouche. Why is that... ?
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Quickly two fatuis ran towards you, one was ready to punch but you just barely dodged it. You quickly kicked his shins, making him lose balance. The other took the oppurtinuty to hit you with his huge hammer in your ankle. You let out a scream in pain and fell on your knees. As soon as your knee touch the ground the guy who initially started the fight kicked you in the stomach. You fell on the ground. That's when you realized that without your vision and your bow, you were nothing. Hand-to-hand combat wasn't made for you. The fatuis let out a laugh, and the one who brought you here took your chin in his hands.
"Worthless as expected. Next time I see you stick out with our Lord, I'll do worse to you." he said before leaving.
Your started coughing, the huge pain in your stomach made it hard for you to stand up, but fortunately you managed to do this. But your pain in your ankle was too strong, you headed to the inn but this took you more than the first time. When you arrived to the inn, you noticed someone waiting in front of it. You assumed it was a random person waiting for a friend to come but as you come closer you quickly realized it was actually Lord Scaramouche, and by his face you could he didn't seem please. You didn't recognize him at first because he wasn't wearing his hat. You hated being in this situation right now. You didn't want him to see you in this condition and see your weak side as you lost a fight against fatuis.
"Where were you?" he spat immediately.
He quickly looked at you holding your stomach and your struggling to walk properly.
"What the fuck happened to you?"
"I'm sorry, my Lord, I am weak..."
You almost fell on the ground but your Lord quickly grabbed you, sighing in discontent.
"What the fuck are you even talking about? Tsk, let's get you to your room."
He didn't seem pleased at all. You couldn't tell if it was because you were losing his prevcious time or because he actually cared a bit about you. In both situation you knew he would yell at you anyway.
You used your key to open your room and Lord Scaramouche helped you to go sit on your bed, but you immediately let your back fall on it. You put your hands and stomach and sighed.
