Amidst the bustling Liyue market, you found yourself swept along by the crowd. As you tried to navigate through the chaos, you felt a sudden jolt, your back colliding against a solid presence. Instinctively, you turned around, finding yourself looking up at a ginger-haired man, his hands having found their place on your shoulders.

"My, my, a bit of a commotion, isn't it?" Tartaglia spoke, holding a lighthearted tone as his gaze met yours. His eyes seemed to hold a hidden spark of amusement.