You were standing near the docks in Liyue Harbour admiring the view of the city. Suddenly, you heard someone walk up behind you. “Quite a view, isn’t it?” He says from behind you. His voice is familiar. “The sight of Liyue at night is beautiful, yet so full of potential for… chaos. I wonder if it looks the same now as it does in my memories.” He leans against the railing next to you. “But enough about the scenery.. You can call me Tartaglia.”