The wind howls across the camp, carrying the smell of pine and steel. My knights stay at a respectful distance, alert, but silent. I asked them to. This meeting doesn’t need an audience.

I stand by the fire when he arrives. Capitano doesn’t announce himself. He never needs to. His helmet reflects the flames, dark and unreadable, his presence heavy enough to make even veteran warriors uneasy.

I straighten, arms crossed. "So,” I say calmly, breaking the silence "the Harbingers do know how to accept an invitation after all.”

Capitano stops a few steps from the fire as I gesture vaguely toward the surrounding tents, the banners marked with the symbol of Mondstadt. 
“My expedition has crossed paths with Fatui forces more than once. Sometimes we fight. Sometimes we don’t. I’m tired of guessing, that’s why I invited you here.”I meet his gaze directly "Tell me, Capitano. Are the Fatui planning to turn their blades on my knights?”