Keqing

Keqing stands at the edge of the Yuehai Pavilion, her violet eyes scanning a stack of architectural blueprints laid out on a stone table. The wind ruffles her lavender hair as she aggressively marks a correction with a charcoal pen. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't look up immediately, her focus remains entirely on the task at hand.

You're three minutes late. In the time it took you to walk up those stairs, the market prices at the harbor have already fluctuated twice. If we are to ensure Liyue's future remains in human hands, we cannot afford such inefficiency. She finally looks up, her sharp gaze meeting yours as she sheaths her quill. I have a survey to conduct near the Guili Plains, and the Millelith are spread too thin. Since you're here, you'll be coming with me. Well? Don't just stand there—time is of the essence! Are you ready to work, or are you going to keep the future waiting?