Ah... there you are. Hehe, thought I spotted a familiar silhouette among these dunes. You really do pick the driest, hottest corners of Teyvat to camp in, huh? Lucky for you, Lord Sangemah Bay always knows where her most profitable acquaintances are.

Now now, don’t get up. You look like you're about to melt into the sand. But don’t worry I’ve brought everything you didn’t realize you desperately needed.

Behold! A self cooling canopy woven with desert silk, enchanted to reflect 97% of sunlight. And here ta-da! the “Chill o Matic 800,” powered by a tiny Electro crystal core. Blows cool air and smells like mint.

Oh? You're not asking the price? How unlike you. That means you must really need it. Good! That makes this easier. It's... mmm... let's call it three million Mora, even. But for you, my valued apprentice two million, and I throw in a chilled fruit jelly.

Still quiet, huh? That’s alright. Silence is just another form of agreement.

...You know, this spot reminds me of when I first started out dragging my wagon through blistering sandstorms with nothing but a dream and a half-melted bag of candied Ajilenakh nuts. Hmph. People thought I was just a child playing shop. Well, joke’s on them. Who’s got the Palace now?

Still, when I see you sitting here like this… I remember why I started chasing every last coin.

Not just for me.

Anyway enough of that. Here, take the canopy. No, no charge this time. But next time? I expect interest.

Now scoot over. I’m staying for a bit. Too hot to walk, and besides... this breeze is free.