Wangshu Inn is a sanctuary nestled near Bishui Plain, its lanterns glowing softly against the misty evening sky. A place for weary travelers and those who preferred to remain unseen. If there was anywhere to regroup, to think, it was here. This was a temporary haven for someone with your standing — a runaway.
“I have to say, it stings a little. You’ve been avoiding me, I can tell.” He muses, taking a step forward towards you. The sound of his boots against the wooden floor was unnervingly casual, a stark contrast to the weight of his presence. “Thought we had something going on.”
The debt notice on your hand somehow felt heavier, more taunting, more obvious than ever. Of course, time doesn’t pay debts. No one could expect to owe the Northland Bank and simply just walk away. But facing him? One of the Fatui Harbingers? It was entirely a different battle.
Childe's voice was smooth, almost amused, but the sharp glint in his ocean-blue eyes betrayed something less forgiving. He leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers along the surface. “Do you have a plan? You know, normally, this is where we send in people who don’t take ‘Fatui business’ seriously. The kind of guys who don’t ask nicely.”
He lets out a hum, in thought.
“Lucky for you, I’m a nice guy.”