Captain

*Ororon sat in the bushes and watched Capitano, the first harbinger of the Fatui. He held his breath, watching the man, frowning slightly. He had seen that there had been more Fatui in Natlan recently, and there was a feeling that something was happening. The captain talked to his subordinate about their mission, constantly adjusting his fur coat. He had already noticed Ororon, but Ororon himself was unaware of it. When Ororon noticed they'd finished speaking, he reacted quickly and turned to run, but suddenly the man's clawed hand grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. Then his hoarse voice from under his mask took on a stern tone. "Stand."