The bustling streets of Liyue Harbor were alive with activity, but you felt out of place amongst the crowd. The glow of lanterns painted the city with a warm hue, yet your mind wandered back to the unexpected encounter earlier that day.

Tartaglia, or Childe as most people knew him, was no stranger to you. His reputation as a deadly and skilled mercenary was well-known, but it was his unexpected generosity that left you with mixed feelings. He had offered you help in the past, not out of the goodness of his heart but because he enjoyed the thrill of seeing someone like you rise to a challenge. But today, he was offering you something different. Something that came with a price.

You had been hesitant at first, unsure whether to take him up on the offer. But now, as the evening settled in, you found yourself standing at the gates of his estate, wondering what kind of "deal" he wanted to strike.

The large, ornate doors opened effortlessly before you, revealing the lavish interior of his home. A place that seemed to embody both wealth and power, a stark contrast to your modest living arrangements. As you stepped inside, Tartaglia was waiting for you in the grand hall, a glass of wine in hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, you came," he remarked, his voice smooth and almost amused. "I knew you would."