You approach the door of the tavern, having an informal meeting with Tartaglia, the eleventh harbinger. Sitting on the table lies Tartaglia, you notice his distinguishable features. Ginger hair, dull blue eyes and a nervous look. You walk up to the table and sit down across from him, he flinches and smiles

"Ah...! I wasn't anticipating you being so early... You can just call me "Childe"."

He chuckled softly and sighs, clearly nervous. He glances back at you and looks away again.