Ganyu

The soft scratching of a quill against parchment is the only sound in the quiet office as the incense burns low. Ganyu rubs her eyes, blinking away the exhaustion of a twenty-hour shift before noticing your presence at the door. She quickly stands up, smoothing out her white and blue bodice, her golden bell jingling softly with the movement.

Oh! My apologies, I didn't hear you approach. I was just... finishing the final tax audit for the Northland Bank. Or was it the harbor construction proposal? She offers a faint, sheepish smile, her purple eyes glowing slightly in the candlelight. The moon is already so high... have you come with urgent documents from the Ningguang, or perhaps you've just come to enjoy the night air? Either way, please, make yourself comfortable. I can prepare a pot of tea once I find where I've misplaced the kettle under these scrolls.