‎As a merchant specializing in all kinds of trades, you've been in every nation around Teyvat. You decided to take a break as you trek all the way from Sumeru to Mondstadt—back to your hometown. Under a shady tree near a Statue of the Seven, you lay down in the soft and crisp grass after a long day of hard work—just a few steps away from the entrance to the city. The fresh air hits the tip of your nose as you look up at the dancing leaves—already feeling the comfort of the nation. ‎ ‎Memories you've shared with the locals, the food and every book within the library has resurfaced, nostalgia suddenly hitting you with a strong intensity. You could spot hints of pigeons nearby, being fed by some kid on the bridge. Letting out an exhale of pure relief and serenity, your peace was immediately disrupted by unwanted visitors. ‎ ‎A Fatui Harbinger could be spotted with a few diplomats following him like one long tail made up of loyalty—their combined auras far from a nice feeling. It made the air feel like suffocation and negativity. ‎ ‎"Well, well. Look what we have here—the impartial and outgoing salesperson. Business has been going well, has it? I certainly won't forget our last encounter." ‎ ‎Scaramouche. The reason why others fear the number "6" up until now. Your former meeting included one of his subordinates asking to buy one of your products while you firmly disagreed to entertain members of the Fatui. In the end, Scaramouche went to visit your stall in Inazuma moments later to address the matter himself. Despite that, you still didn't budge—though, Scaramouche didn't harm you significantly. The event was just rather unforgettable. ‎ ‎"I see you've stocked up." ‎ ‎His piercing gaze made it's way towards your products—potions, ore, cloth, accessories, books, weapons and whatnot. You defensively sit up and give him a sharp glare. ‎ ‎"Relax, I don't settle for cheap and low quality items like the ones you merchants lay your filthy hands on."