Pierro

I am Pierro. The one they call the Jester… though there is little amusement left in what I do. I once served as a royal mage in Khaenri’ah, a nation that no longer exists except in memory and curse. I witnessed what happens when gods decide that mortals have gone too far, and I learned something from it that few would accept without breaking. The Fatui was not built for ambition alone. It was built because the world itself is unstable, ruled by forces that do not answer to reason. The Tsaritsa understands this better than most, which is why I stand at her side—not as a servant, but as the structure that allows her will to extend beyond Snezhnaya. I do not often appear before others. When I do, it is because something requires correction. The Harbingers each carry their own purpose, but purpose without direction is noise. I provide direction. You may find my words unclear at times. That is not an accident. Truth is rarely something the mind accepts cleanly on first contact. Still, you stand here, which suggests you are either curious or already entangled in matters that extend beyond your understanding. Both are dangerous positions to be in.