The Favonius Guard Captain stood firm, his eyes scanning the wagons with a practiced gaze. His posture was one of authority, a guardian of Mondstadt's safety, his voice carrying the weight of his responsibility.
"Hold there! We need to inspect the cargo. State your business in Mondstadt," he commanded, his hand raised in a halt gesture.
The wagon rider, a simple man with the weathered look of the road about him, pulled the reins, bringing the creaking wagons to a skidding stop. He looked at the Captain, his expression a mixture of respect and mild inconvenience.
"Just passing through, sir. No trouble here, just goods for the market," the rider replied, his voice calm, betraying no hint of deceit.
"Open the wagons for inspection. We can't be too careful these days. Orders from above," the Captain insisted, his gaze unwavering.
The rider nodded, a gesture of compliance. "Of course, Captain. No secrets here. Just a load of goods for the folks in Mondstadt."
But the Captain wasn't satisfied. "What's the purpose of your visit to Mondstadt? We weren't informed of any visitors," he pressed, his tone growing more suspicious.
"We carry Snezhnaya diplomats, Captain. They've come to meet with Acting Grand Master Jean for a warm exchange of words and diplomatic discussions," the rider explained, revealing a detail that seemed to add another layer to the situation.
"Diplomats from Snezhnaya, you say? Mondstadt wasn't expecting such a visit. What's the nature of these discussions, and why the secrecy?" the Captain questioned further, his experience telling him that something was amiss.
The rider shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away for a moment before regaining composure. "I'm just a messenger, Captain. The nature of their discussions is beyond my rank to know. But I assure you, there's no ill intent towards Mondstadt."
The Captain narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing. "Your vagueness does little to ease my concerns. Mondstadt values its peace and security. Any diplomatic visit, especially from Snezhnaya, should be transparent."
"We understand your concerns," the rider replied quickly, a hint of urgency in his voice. "I can arrange for you to speak directly with the diplomats if that will ease your mind."
"That would be wise," the Captain said firmly. "Until then, your caravan will have to wait here. Mondstadt's safety is my priority."
As the rider nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation, the Captain signaled his guards, a silent order to keep a watchful eye on the caravan.
The air was tense, the exchange between the Captain and the wagon rider charged with unspoken questions and the weight of hidden truths. The plains of Windrise, once a haven of tranquility, now bore witness to a dance of words and suspicion, a prelude to revelations yet to unfold.
The Favonius Guard Captain, after a moment of contemplation, nodded slightly. His stance relaxed but his eyes remained vigilant, a reflection of his duty to protect Mondstadt and its people.
"Very well. Proceed, but be aware, we'll keep a close eye. We can't afford any surprises in these uncertain times," he said, his voice firm yet fair.
With a gesture from the Captain, the guards stepped aside, allowing the wagons to pass. The creak of wheels and the clop of hooves filled the air as the convoy made its way towards the heart of Mondstadt.
As the wagons entered the city, the bustling streets of Mondstadt came into view. The Snezhnaya diplomats, cloaked in their distinctive attire, descended from the wagons, their eyes wide with curiosity and caution. For them, it was a first glimpse into a nation known for its freedom and winds of change.
Mondstadt, with its cobblestone streets, lively markets, and the majestic Barbatos statue standing tall, presented a stark contrast to the snowy landscapes of Snezhnaya. The diplomats looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, a mix of intrigue and diplomacy etched on their faces.
The Favonius Guards, though discreet, kept a watchful eye on the newcomers, their presence a silent reminder of the Captain's words. The city, while welcoming, was not without its safeguards, especially in times as uncertain as these.
In the midst of this delicate dance of diplomacy and caution, Klee, still engrossed in her books amidst the grass of Windrise, remained oblivious to the unfolding events. Her adventure, her world, was far removed from the political intrigues and guarded exchanges of the city guards and foreign diplomats. For her, the true adventure lay in the pages she turned, in the mysteries she sought to unravel in the vast, whispering plains of Windrise.
Above the plains, an unexpected shadow crept across the land, momentarily dimming the sunlight that bathed Windrise. People in Springvale, going about their daily tasks, paused and looked up, initially startled by the sudden change. What they first thought to be a passing cloud was, in fact, an airship - a massive, imposing structure gliding through the sky.
This was no ordinary airship. Its design and markings revealed its origin: Snezhnaya. The sight of it was enough to stir whispers and curious glances among the onlookers. Snezhnaya's presence in Mondstadt was rare, and the arrival of both their diplomats and an airship on the same day was an occurrence wrapped in intrigue.
The airship cast a large shadow as it moved with purpose towards Mondstadt, its engines a distant hum that echoed across the landscape. It was a stark reminder of the world beyond the peaceful plains and rolling hills of Mondstadt - a world of great nations, complex politics, and alliances that were always shifting like the wind.
The people of Springvale and the outskirts of Mondstadt could only speculate about the intentions behind this grand display of Snezhnayan technology. Was it a show of strength? A gesture of peace? Or something entirely different?
As the airship continued its steady course towards the heart of Mondstadt, it left a trail of questions and anticipation in its wake. The events of the day were unfolding like the pages of a story, each moment a new twist, each development adding depth to the tapestry of tales that wove through the city of wind and freedom.
In Mondstadt, the scene was one of cautious observation and subtle tension. The Snezhnayan diplomats, distinguishable in their Fatui uniforms, ascended the stairs past the iconic fountain at the heart of the city. Their presence was a stark contrast to the usual vibrancy of Mondstadt, a city known for its freedom and joyous spirit.
Onlookers gathered, their curiosity piqued by the unusual visitors. The people from the Goth Hotel, a popular establishment in Mondstadt, stood outside, forming a silent, attentive crowd. They were shoulder to shoulder, their expressions a mix of intrigue and wariness, a reflection of the uncertainty that the diplomats' presence brought.
High above, members of the Knights of Favonius observed the procession from their vantage point. Their expressions were unreadable, but their posture spoke of readiness and vigilance. They stood near the edge, their gazes fixed on the diplomats making their way towards the Knights of Favonius Headquarters.
The diplomats moved with a certain poise, aware of the eyes that followed them, yet undeterred in their purpose. Their steps were measured, their faces composed, carrying the weight of their nation and the responsibility of their diplomatic mission.
The city atmosphere charged with a mix of anticipation and unease. The arrival of the airship, now likely docked or hovering near Mondstadt, added an additional layer of complexity to the day's events.
As the diplomats approached the headquarters of the Knights of Favonius, it was clear that this was a day of significant importance for Mondstadt. The implications of the Snezhnayan diplomats' visit, under the watchful eyes of the Knights and the curious gaze of the citizens, held the potential to shape the future relations between these two powerful nations.
Inside the office of the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean, the Acting Grand Master, was immersed in her paperwork, her focus as unwavering as her commitment to her duties. The whispers and murmurs from outside, a chorus of curiosity and speculation, were a faint background to her concentration.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a Knight of Favonius member stepped in, a mixture of urgency and formality in his posture.
"Acting Grand Master Jean," he began, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "Snezhnayan diplomats have arrived in Mondstadt and are requesting an audience. They're currently on their way here."
Jean looked up, her expression shifting from focused concentration to mild surprise. "Snezhnayan diplomats? We weren't expecting any foreign visitors today," she said, her tone calm yet laced with curiosity.
"Yes, ma'am. It appears to be an unscheduled visit. They've come with a message for you, from Snezhnaya," the knight informed her, maintaining his respectful stance.
Jean paused for a moment, considering the situation. Unannounced visits were unusual, and from Snezhnaya, even more so. However, as the leader of the Knights of Favonius, she knew the importance of diplomacy, especially in uncertain times.
"Very well. Let them in. We must hear what they have to say, regardless of the unexpected nature of their visit," Jean decided, her voice reflecting the strength and diplomacy that defined her leadership.
With a nod, the knight stepped out to relay her decision. Jean, meanwhile, quickly organized her desk, preparing herself to face what could be a pivotal moment in Mondstadt's relations with Snezhnaya. The air of mystery surrounding the visit was palpable.
In the office, Jean was soon joined by Lisa, the library's head alchemist and intelligence officer. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of urgency and curiosity.
Lisa, with her characteristic flair, breezed into the room, her eyes reflecting a mix of intrigue and caution. "I hear we have unexpected guests, Jean. Diplomats from Snezhnaya, no less," she said, her voice lilting yet laced with a hint of concern.
Jean looked up from her desk, nodding. "Yes, it's quite unexpected. They're here without prior notice, claiming to have a message from Snezhnaya."
Lisa arched an eyebrow, her mind already sifting through the implications. "That's unusual. Snezhnaya doesn't often send diplomats without a parade of formalities. Do we have any idea what this is about?"
Jean sighed, leaning back in her chair. "Not much to go on. The Captain at the gate was rightly cautious and has detained them for now. They mentioned a 'warm exchange of words and diplomatic discussions', but that's as vague as it gets."
Lisa paced slowly, her fingers tapping against her arm. "It sounds like a veil for something more. We can't ignore the possibility of espionage, especially given the delicate nature of Mondstadt's independence."
"Agreed," Jean replied, her expression turning serious. "We need to approach this carefully. We can't afford any diplomatic missteps, but the safety of Mondstadt is paramount."
Lisa stopped pacing, turning to Jean. "I'll gather more intelligence. See if there's been any similar activity in other regions."
Jean shook her head slightly. "No, not yet. But we need to be prepared for any possibility."
Lisa leaned against the wall, her gaze thoughtful. "Indeed. And in these times, conspicuity often masks something more. I'll make sure to gather as much information as possible. We need to be one step ahead."
Jean stood up, her expression resolute. "Agreed. Let's approach this with caution but remain open to negotiations. Mondstadt's safety and freedom are our top priorities. We can't let our guard down."
The two shared a look, a silent agreement forged in years of trust and shared responsibility. As they prepared to meet the Snezhnayan diplomats, the air in the room was filled with a sense of anticipation. Whatever the nature of this unexpected visit.
Outside the Church of Favonius, a group of sisters and priests, including Barbara, gathered, their attention drawn to the unexpected sight unfolding before them. The Snezhnayan diplomats, in their distinctive attire, were approaching the church, their presence in such a sacred and peaceful place creating a stir among the clergy.
Barbara, always a beacon of kindness and warmth, watched with a mix of curiosity and concern. She clutched her vision, a symbol of her faith and her role as a deaconess, a little tighter. The church, a haven for the people of Mondstadt, was not typically a place for political gatherings or diplomatic rendezvous.
The sisters and priests whispered among themselves, their expressions a mixture of surprise and apprehension. The presence of the Fatui, known for their influence and power, was unusual in this part of the city, especially unannounced and in such numbers.
"Why would the Snezhnayan diplomats come to the church?" one of the sisters murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Barbara, ever the peacemaker, offered a reassuring smile, though her own heart was filled with questions. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Perhaps they come in peace, or maybe they seek guidance," she suggested, trying to ease the worry that had settled among her peers.
As the diplomats neared, their expressions were unreadable, but they moved with a purpose that suggested this was more than a casual visit. The clergy of the Church of Favonius, accustomed to offering solace and sanctuary, found themselves in an unfamiliar situation, unsure of the intentions of these foreign visitors.
In the background, the iconic statue of Barbatos, the Anemo Archon, stood as a silent witness to the scene, a reminder of the values and freedoms that Mondstadt held dear. In this moment, the Church of Favonius was not just a spiritual center, but a stage for a meeting that could hold significant implications for Mondstadt and its relations with Snezhnaya.
As the Snezhnayan diplomats and their entourage in black outfits began to encircle the Church of Favonius, including the statue of the Anemo Archon, tension filled the air.
Barbara and the other members of the church found themselves in an increasingly intimidating situation.Barbara, trying to maintain a sense of calm, addressed her fellow church members, her voice a soft but steady beacon in the growing unease.
"Stay calm, everyone. Let's not show fear. We represent the Church of Favonius, a symbol of peace and sanctuary in Mondstadt," she said, her tone reassuring.
One of the priests, his eyes darting nervously at the encircling figures, whispered, "But why are they surrounding us, Barbara? What do they want from us?"
Barbara glanced around at the stoic faces in black outfits, their intentions unclear. "I'm not sure, but we must remain strong and united. The Church of Favonius has always stood as a beacon of hope. We must not falter now."
A sister, clutching her robes, spoke up, "Should we inform the Knights of Favonius? This doesn't seem like a standard diplomatic visit."
Barbara nodded, her resolve firm. "Yes, we should. But let's not provoke any sudden actions. We'll send a discreet message to the Acting Grand Master Jean. She needs to be aware of this situation."
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In the bustling marketplace of Mondstadt, the arrival of the Snezhnayan diplomats and their subsequent actions took a more imposing turn. They spread out, surrounding not only the marketplace but also the houses nearby, their presence felt in every corner of the area. The once lively and open atmosphere of the market was now overshadowed by a sense of confinement and watchfulness.
Residents and shopkeepers, caught off guard by this sudden show of force, exchanged worried glances and hushed conversations. The Snezhnayans moved with precision, their actions coordinated, as if following a well-rehearsed plan.
Outside the city, the diplomats' guards took positions at strategic points, effectively creating a perimeter around Mondstadt. To the people of Mondstadt, this felt less like a security measure and more like a subtle occupation. The word 'negotiation' was used by the diplomats, but to the locals, it felt like a thinly veiled assertion of control.
Skepticism and concern etched on their faces. Mondstadt, a city known for its freedom and independence, was not accustomed to such displays of power, especially under the guise of diplomatic safety.
Whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd. "Why such extreme measures for a simple negotiation?" someone asked. "What do they really want from Mondstadt?" another pondered.
The situation in Mondstadt had escalated from a simple diplomatic visit to a tense and uncertain stand-off, with the people of Mondstadt caught in the middle, unsure of the Snezhnayans' true intentions and what this meant for their beloved city of freedom.
In the tense atmosphere of the marketplace, a local shopkeeper, his voice laced with a mix of courage and concern, spoke up.
"Excuse me, but isn't this a bit excessive for a negotiation? We're a peaceful city. There's no need for such... 'security'," he said, his eyes darting to the Snezhnayan guards.
The Snezhnayan spokesperson, maintaining a diplomatic facade, replied, "We understand your concerns. However, these measures are standard protocol for the safety of our diplomats. Mondstadt's reputation as a city of freedom and peace is well respected, but we must take precautions."
A young woman from the crowd, holding a basket of goods, chimed in, her voice trembling but determined. "But surrounding our homes and market? This feels more like control than precaution. We value our freedom here in Mondstadt."
The spokesperson offered a rehearsed smile, "Rest assured, these measures are temporary. Once our diplomatic mission is completed, everything will return to normal. We appreciate your cooperation and understanding."
The crowd exchanged uneasy looks, their trust in the situation waning. The presence of the Snezhnayans, initially a curiosity, had quickly morphed into a cause for concern among the citizens of Mondstadt. The marketplace, usually a hub of cheerful commerce and chatter, was now a stage for a delicate and tense interaction between two very different cultures and approaches.
In the quaint village of Springvale, a scene of stark contrast unfolded. The Snezhnayan airship, having hovered ominously overhead, began to unload a battalion of Fatui soldiers. The villagers watched in shock and disbelief as the soldiers descended, equipped with what appeared to be parachutes, a display of military precision and power.
As they landed, the Fatui soldiers quickly assembled, revealing their armaments - assault rifles, a testament to Snezhnaya's technological prowess. The sight of such weaponry, foreign and intimidating in the peaceful lands of Mondstadt, sent a ripple of fear through the onlookers.
Villagers gathered in small groups, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion. "What are they doing here? This is just a small village," one of the villagers whispered, his eyes wide as he watched the battalion form ranks.
An elderly woman, leaning on her cane, shook her head in disbelief. "This isn't right. Soldiers and guns... in Springvale? We're just simple folk here," she muttered, her voice tinged with worry.
A young villager, his fists clenched in a mix of anger and fear, spoke up. "They have no right to bring their war machines here. This is our home, not a battlefield."
The situation in Springvale escalated quickly as the Fatui soldiers, their rifles in hand, turned towards the villagers. The air, once filled with the gentle sounds of village life, was now heavy with tension and fear.
"Stay where you are and remain silent!" one of the Fatui commanders barked, his voice harsh and commanding. The villagers, caught off-guard by this aggressive stance, froze, their eyes wide with fear.
"We have no intention of harming anyone," another Fatui soldier added, his rifle still trained on the crowd, "But we will not hesitate to act if necessary. This is for your own safety and cooperation."
The villagers looked at each other in disbelief and fear. The reality of the situation was stark and threatening. They were simple people, unaccustomed to such confrontation and violence. The idea that they could be in danger in their own village was both terrifying and incomprehensible.
A young mother, holding her child close, whispered tearfully, "Why are they doing this? We're just villagers."
An older man, his face etched with worry, responded in a hushed tone, "I don't know, but we must stay calm. We can't risk any harm coming to our families."
In the tense silence that enveloped Springvale, a Fatui commander stepped forward, his voice cutting through the air with an authoritative edge.
"Listen carefully, villagers," he commanded, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. "We are here on official Snezhnayan business. Your cooperation is necessary and expected. Do not interfere, and you will remain unharmed."
A village elder, his voice trembling but resolute, dared to speak. "This is our home. You can't just come here and threaten us. What do you want from Springvale?"
The commander's gaze turned steely. "Our objectives do not concern you. All you need to do is stay out of our way. Any attempt to hinder our operations will be met with... necessary force."
A young villager, his anger palpable, shouted back, "You can't do this! We have done nothing to warrant such treatment."
The commander, unmoved, responded coldly, "This is not a discussion. Your compliance is not optional. We will complete our mission with or without your consent."
The villagers, faced with the unwavering stance of the Fatui, felt a mixture of outrage and helplessness. The peaceful rhythm of their village life had been disrupted, replaced by the cold, hard reality of military occupation.
As the situation in Springvale remained tense, the Snezhnayan airship, having deployed its battalion, began its departure towards Mondstadt. Its massive silhouette against the sky was a foreboding sight, a visual reminder of the escalating situation.
Back in the city, the group of Snezhnayan diplomats, having navigated through the streets and past the watchful eyes of Mondstadt's citizens, arrived at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Leading the group was a diplomat distinguished by a brown coat and a hood that obscured his face, adding an air of mystery to his presence.
The doors to the headquarters opened, and the diplomat stepped inside, his entourage following. The interior of the building, usually a place of order and calm, felt different under the weight of this unusual visit.
The hooded diplomat moved with a purpose, his demeanor calm yet assertive. As he walked, the Knights of Favonius within the headquarters watched cautiously, their senses alert to any possible threat or hidden agenda.
The arrival of the Snezhnayan delegation at the very heart of Mondstadt's defense and order marked a significant moment. The city, known for its openness and freedom, was now playing host to a power with very different values and methods.
The tension within the headquarters was palpable, a silent standoff between the ideals of Mondstadt and the enigmatic intentions of the Snezhnayan diplomats. This meeting, under the watchful eyes of the Knights of Favonius, held the potential to sway the delicate balance of peace and power in the region.
As the Snezhnayan diplomats entered the room, Jean and Lisa stood ready to receive them, embodying the grace and strength of Mondstadt's leadership.
Jean stepped forward, extending her hand in a gesture of diplomacy. "Welcome to Mondstadt. I am Jean, Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. We hope your journey here was comfortable," she greeted, her voice steady and welcoming.
The hooded diplomat, removing his hood to reveal his face, accepted Jean's handshake. "Thank you, Acting Grand Master Jean. I am Ambassador Casimir from Snezhnaya. We appreciate your hospitality," he replied, his tone polite yet measured.
Lisa, with her characteristic poise, joined the greeting. "And I'm Lisa, the Librarian. Mondstadt values the spirit of cooperation and understanding. We trust that your visit here reflects those sentiments."
Ambassador Casimir nodded, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "Indeed, Librarian Lisa. Our visit is in the spirit of fostering better relations between Snezhnaya and Mondstadt. These are complex times, and your negotiations is essential."
Jean nodded in agreement. "Certainly, Ambassador. We are always open to negotiations. Please, let us discuss the purpose of your visit and how we might find common ground."
The diplomats and the Mondstadt representatives exchanged a look of mutual understanding, the initial formalities giving way to the heart of the matter - the reason behind Snezhnaya's unexpected and elaborate visit to Mondstadt. The atmosphere was one of cautious optimism, each party aware of the delicate dance of diplomacy that lay ahead.
The meeting between Jean, Lisa, and the Snezhnayan diplomats, led by Ambassador Casimir, continued, delving into the heart of their intentions.
Jean, her expression serious, broached the subject at hand. "Ambassador Casimir, we are curious about the purpose of your visit. Mondstadt values its independence and peace. How does Snezhnaya see its relationship with Mondstadt evolving?"
Ambassador Casimir, his demeanor diplomatic yet firm, responded, "Acting Grand Master Jean, Snezhnaya values strength and influence. We see an opportunity for Mondstadt, particularly the Knights of Favonius, to align more closely with the Fatui. This could be beneficial for both our nations."
Lisa, her eyes narrowing slightly, interjected, "Aligning with the Fatui is a significant step. Mondstadt has always cherished its freedom and autonomy. What exactly are you proposing, Ambassador Casimir?"
The Ambassador, choosing his words carefully, elaborated, "We propose a coalition of sorts. A partnership that allows Mondstadt to retain its customs while contributing to a broader alliance under Snezhnaya's guidance. In return, Mondstadt would gain the support of the most influential clan in Mondstadt."
Jean listened intently, her mind weighing the implications of such an alliance. "Our priority is the safety and freedom of Mondstadt's people. Any alliance would need to respect our values and traditions. The Knights of Favonius stand for more than just power; we stand for the people."
Ambassador Casimir nodded, "Understandable. We respect Mondstadt's values. This proposal is simply a means to strengthen our nations' ties in these uncertain times. Think of it as a gesture of mutual support and respect."
Jean, her resolve clear in her eyes, addressed Ambassador Casimir with a tone of firm diplomacy. "Ambassador, while we appreciate the offer, Mondstadt cannot align itself with the Fatui, especially not under the conditions you propose. We are aware of the Lawrence Clan and their history. Aligning with them, or any group that does not share our values of freedom and justice, would betray everything Mondstadt stands for."
Lisa, her expression equally determined, added, "Our history with the Lawrence Clan is well-known. Their values starkly contrast with the principles of Mondstadt. The Knights of Favonius cannot, in good conscience, form an allegiance with a group that associates with them or endorses their ideologies."
Ambassador Casimir, his diplomatic mask faltering slightly, replied, "I understand your concerns. However, consider the benefits of such an alliance. The protection and resources Snezhnaya can offer are substantial."
Jean, unmoved, responded, "The protection and freedom of Mondstadt and its people are not negotiable. We will not compromise our principles for promises of power or safety. The Knights of Favonius stand as guardians of Mondstadt's independence and values."
Lisa supported Jean's stance. "Mondstadt has always thrived on its independence and the strength of its people. We've faced challenges before and remained true to ourselves. This will not change."
--
Amber and Eula observed the unusual scene unfolding. The Snezhnayan diplomats and their guards had effectively surrounded the area, creating a perimeter that restricted the movement of the city's residents.
Amber, always quick to action, spoke up with a hint of urgency in her voice. "Eula, we need to report this to the Knights. The people are practically being held here. This isn't right."
Eula's gaze narrowed, her usual calm demeanor giving way to a sense of determination. "You're right, Amber. This isn't how diplomatic visits are supposed to unfold," she agreed, her voice firm and resolute.
Amber, her brow furrowed in frustration, said, "What are those diplomats thinking? Surrounding the marketplace, restricting people's movements... This isn't the Mondstadt I know and love."
Eula, her expression one of resolve, responded, "It's clear their intentions are more complex than mere diplomacy. This level of control... it's a show of power, a way to assert their influence over Mondstadt."
Amber shook her head, her fists clenched. "We can't just stand by and let this happen. Mondstadt is about freedom, about the wind that knows no bounds. We have to do something, Eula."
Eula nodded, her voice tinged with determination. "Agreed. We may not be able to confront them directly, not without escalating the situation, but we can keep an eye on things. Gather information. We need to be the eyes and ears of the Knights on the ground."
Amber's eyes lit up with her usual fiery spirit. "Right! We'll monitor the situation, help keep the people calm, and report anything unusual. We can't let Snezhnaya intimidate Mondstadt."
"Speaking of which, where the hell is Klee? I know somewhere is in solitary confinement by now."
Eula, considering Amber's question, replied with a hint of concern in her voice. "Klee? She's probably out in the wilderness, oblivious to all this. You know how she gets with her adventures. But given the situation, we should probably find her soon. She might inadvertently wander into trouble with all these Fatui around."
Amber nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. Let's make sure she's safe. Klee can be... unpredictable. We don't want her getting caught up in this."