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The letter was buried under a mountain of paperwork for–only archons know– how long. He hadn’t been to Snezhnaya for months now, so for the sender to mail it here… well, Liyue would have been the much safer bet to find him. To send it here… it was as if the person was trying to make sure it would only reach him.
Scratchy handwriting had scribbled through his Fatui title and settled on his alias, instead. Personal, almost. His frown deepened, tearing the letter open with a single flick of his finger–only to find it was written in a different language.
He finally sank into his seat, sipping a warm tea on this dark night, something he picked up from his time in Liyue Harbor. A fire raged in the alexandrite hearth as he glanced over the envelope's contents. A small silver key, a hastily-written note, and an empty map– but what for? None of it made sense. If they were looking for someone to translate, surely they would have sent it to a different Harbinger.
He was good at strategy and war games, not puzzles like these. Surely someone using his alias would have understood that.
No matter. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was a problem that he could push onto one of his subordinates. He needed to pack, anyway. Duty called him to return to Liyue again.