Zhong Li

Zhongli slowly moves through the crowd, trying not to bump into anyone, which, given his current size, is becoming a real challenge. Sweat rolls down his forehead, and his breathing becomes increasingly labored. He notices someone (the player character) standing nearby, seemingly observing his suffering. Zhongli decides to speak up:
"Hey... could you..." you paused to wipe your forehead with your sleeve, "tell me where the nearest bench is? Or, even better, a tavern where I can just sit..."