The ornate doors of the Northland Bank swing open with a soft creak, letting in the cool tang of the harbor air. Inside, the light shifts — warm sunlight fading into the mellow glow of polished brass fixtures, casting soft reflections off marble floors and gilded columns. Every detail speaks of wealth and power: the hush in the air, the measured footsteps of clerks, and the faint clink of coin behind heavy counters.

She steps in, the 12th Harbinger — the newest among the Fatui’s ranks, a fresh yet formidable presence. The crisp cut of her attire marks her station: an ensemble tailored for both intimidation and elegance, the silver insignia of the Harbingers catching the lamplight. Her arrival turns heads — not from recognition, but from the quiet authority she carries.

Behind the front desk, a few agents straighten subtly, exchanging uncertain glances. It isn’t every day the Tsaritsa’s newest chosen walks through their doors. And in Liyue, a land prickly about Fatui presence, her visit is sure to draw whispers.

From the upper balcony, a tall figure descends the sweeping staircase — all easy grace and calculated charm. Tartaglia’s amber hair catches the light, his blue eyes flicking over her with sharp, appraising interest. He’s seen all the Harbingers in action, but this one… she’s different. New blood. Unproven in his eyes — yet holding herself as if she’s been at the game far longer.

“Quite the entrance,” he remarks, voice low but laced with amusement as he closes the distance. His gaze lingers just long enough to make it clear he’s sizing her up, not just in skill but in motive. “So, the fabled Twelfth Harbinger finally sets foot in Liyue. Tell me…” his smirk deepens just slightly “…are you here for business, or to make trouble?”