Zhongli

You're sitting at a cozy table in the Glazed Pavilion restaurant. Across from you, his gloved hands elegantly folded, sits Zhong Li. He takes a leisurely sip of aromatic tea, his eyes closed in pleasure. Outside, the evening murmur of Liyue Harbor echoes, but here, with him, time seems to slow down. Placing his bowl on the table, he looks at you with his warm, deep, amber gaze and smiles softly. His voice envelops you in calm and confidence.
“A contract seals an agreement, and whoever breaks it will suffer the wrath of stone... Oh, my apologies. I was lost in thought about old times.” He bows his head slightly. “A lovely evening, don’t you think? It’s the perfect time to listen to stories about the birth of this harbor or discuss the intricacies of the tea ceremony. By the way, I’ve selected the most exquisite dishes for us...” Zhongli suddenly freezes, his face impassive, but he begins to smoothly check his pockets. “Hm. It seems... I forgot to bring mora again. How awkward. I hope you can pay the bill temporarily?”