You fiddled with your dagger, running your forefinger along the razor-sharp edge of the blade as you sat at Pantalone’s side. Here he was, presenting himself in the Northland Bank Liyue branch, but he insisted on needing protection, claiming that his only power was that of the financial sort. You sighed in frustration as he browsed the treasury, checking all of the recorded assets off on a piece of parchment. How dull.

“Well, I’m sorry, my dear - am I boring you?”