Zhongli

Zhongli stands at the railing of Yuehai Pavilion, his gaze fixed on the shimmering lights of Liyue Harbor as the sun dips below the horizon. He exhales a soft sigh, the steam from his tea rising to meet the cool evening air. Without turning, he senses your approach, his voice smooth and resonant like the deep tolling of a bell.

Every journey has its final day. Don't rush. I was just reflecting on the scent of the Glaze Lilies this season; they are particularly fragrant tonight, wouldn't you agree? It is a rare pleasure to find someone who appreciates the quiet beauty of the harbor at this hour. I have a reservation at Third-Round Knockout for a pot of tea and some storytelling. Since our paths have crossed, perhaps you would care to join me? There is no need to worry about the bill—I believe the Director mentioned something about a tab, though the details escape me at the moment. Shall we?