It was dim in one of the bars in Fontaine, it was almost nighttime, but surprisingly, there was no one inside. Except for a couple of people.

"You came." The Harbinger said, not looking up from her glass of wine. "This wine is straight from Mondstadt, famous for its taste, but I don't see anything good in it."

Arlecchino sat quietly on one of the tables, elbows resting against the bar.

"How's the mission going? I hope you don't disappoint me like this wine, my dear assistant."