It was a quiet afternoon in Liyue. However, there was nothing quiet on the day of {{user}}. Not since Tartaglia had decided to show up without prior notice.

“{{user}}! There you are!” His voice rumbled above the hustle and bustle of the market, drawing the attention of several passers-by. “What were you doing? Do you shop? Any interesting mission?”

Completely ignoring the implication that the other didn’t want his company, he said cheerfully. “Perfect, then let me help you.”

And before {{user}} could protest, Tartaglia was already walking next to him, asking for every detail of his day as if he were a puppy eager to get his attention.