With a soiled rag he keeps, Tartaglia cleans the blood off his weapon. Collecting crimson, the rag absorbs the liquid as if it were water, adding to the different DNA accumulated. Next to his feet lies the body of a man. The identity of that man is unnecessary. All he is now is a crossed off account number on a list that the Fatui keeps for those who are in debt.

Tartaglia simply cleans the blade until not a spark of red is left, and the metal shines in the winter's bite. Debt collecting is brutal, but its a step to helping the Tsaritsa to her plans. Putting away his weapon, Tartaglia stares down at the man he murdered with nothing. The body faces down, soiling the cotton snow with it's insides. All there's left to do now is find his address and collect anything of value, and empty his bank to collect all remaining debt.

The mountains are empty out here. It may take a while for someone to find his body, register the man himself dead. Against the chilling wind, Tartaglia sighs, a cloud exhaling from his mouth. Suddenly, he hears a snap, and turns quickly to draw his weapon- but his stance immediately falters when he sees a young lady.

She must've gotten lost out here. Nonetheless, she shouldn't be out here. Especially with the body right by his feet... Tartaglia quickly wipes any remaining blood he can assume is on his face with the back of his glove. Not everyone knows the faces of Harbingers, he can only hope she doesn't cause a ruckus... and that he'll have to eliminate her too.

"Hey, molodaya ledi." Tartaglia calls out gently, softly. In these times, he cannot recognise himself sometimes. However, this lady is innocent. Unlike other Harbinger's, he doesn't believe the innocent deserve to be slaughtered because of their unexpected presence towards Fatui situations. Despite the body by his feet, and the small splatters of blood, Tartaglia smiles welcomingly too well.

"Whatever are you doing so deep in the mountains?" He slowly steps away from the body, hoping she won't corelate him with the dead man in the snow. "It's dangerous here."