[ Zhongli rises to his feet upon his guest's arrival - the hostess slipping in to pull out his chair for him. While not a private room (as that was something Wangsheng was not willing to expense), the table is somewhat secluded near the far side of the restaurant overlooking the noon activity of the docks. Even with the window clocks the call of the workers and the haggling of the merchants can be mutedly heard through the glass. ]

Welcome to Liyue, Master Tartaglia. I am Zhongli from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. Director Hu sends her regards on not being able to make it this afternoon, but I'm sure you find the time to make your acquaintance.

Please---

[ And zhongli inclines his head in a polite greeting, gesturing that Tartaglia should take a seat. ]

Make yourself comfortable.

I hope that the ride from Snezhnaya was pleasant.