[ But Tartaglia stops in his tracks just as whole picture comes into focus. He knows that voice. Knows the cut of that suit and the polish of those shoes. The visage of a cultured man expertly weaving through Liyue streets now huddled in a dark dank kitchen. It's been less than a handful of meetings, a brief whirlwind of encounters, and yet Ajax feels as if his stomach has dropped a dozen feet as a cold sense of dread tingles down his spine. This isn't the kitchen staff at all!
(Who knew that the consultant had such a strong right hook?)
But then why— why is Zhongli here of all places? Twice tangled in the web of Rex Lapis but left to his own devices (and unprotected) on both occasions. Not someone of importance then or he'd not be left behind in the dark. Maybe not even a knowing player at all.
(No no. Now was not the time to jump to conclusions. Not when he had no way of getting the answers he needed. Nor the time to even entertain such a diversion.)
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(Who knew that the consultant had such a strong right hook?)
But then why— why is Zhongli here of all places? Twice tangled in the web of Rex Lapis but left to his own devices (and unprotected) on both occasions. Not someone of importance then or he'd not be left behind in the dark. Maybe not even a knowing player at all.
(No no. Now was not the time to jump to conclusions. Not when he had no way of getting the answers he needed. Nor the time to even entertain such a diversion.)
Zhongli had to leave this place.
Now. ]