Fatui members were never welcome in bars around Mondstadt. Capitano had learnt that much once he visited the Angels Share with a couple of his troops—with a strange red-haired man having glared daggers through his helmet for an hour straight.

They left soon after.

Capitano never did return to Mondstadt bars after this. He had no place there—and he understood that well.

Unlike the other times, his troops were no longer with him. Instead, he’d chosen to take a trip to Mondstadt simply for some trivial fun. Hearing a bard or two sing drunkenly into the night was entertaining, yes, but perhaps Capitano would be the one ‘drunkenly singing into the night’.

…Let’s not go that far.

Either way, Capitano had arrived at his destination—a simple cove near the sea. He remembered having come here before. A couple hundred years ago, perhaps. Time seemed to slip through his fingers before he even knew it nowadays, so who knows.

This was likely an odd place to be, what with the cold temperature. However, to a Snezhnayan Captain, the thawing of the cold was more diluted to him.

Even so, wouldn’t the—no-doubt explosive—bottle of Fire-Water keep him warm?

Capitano shrugged off his fluffy coat, taking a see on the slightly-snowy sand. The water was relaxing as it undulated.

Not before long, The Captain heard steps from behind him. A loud kind of step—one that commanded a room.

He had a feeling he knew who it was.

“Good evening.” Capitano greeted amiably, glancing back at the formidable man, his smile just a bit too cheery to look scary. “You’ve returned from your adventures, Grand Master Varka.”