[As the bartender goes to make his drink, he looks around the tavern to take in the decor. It's nice, a little old timey, looking to the side to appreciate it. He hopes that the drinks were as good as the presentation of the tavern. He'd make it a point to come back often.
When Diluc returns, Tartaglia swirls it a few times before sipping it. Wonderful, fresh like the breeze, and he closes his eyes and savors it. He could easily drink this until he passed out, though getting that drunk isn't something he does often. He listens to Diluc speak, noting the light accent, which he finds intriguing.]
Is it that obvious I'm not from around here?
[He probably sounds like he's from Snezhnaya, and his dress would suggest it too. Tartaglia can't help but chuckle. He's sure Diluc has a sharp eye, and has seen plenty come through his tavern.]
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When Diluc returns, Tartaglia swirls it a few times before sipping it. Wonderful, fresh like the breeze, and he closes his eyes and savors it. He could easily drink this until he passed out, though getting that drunk isn't something he does often. He listens to Diluc speak, noting the light accent, which he finds intriguing.]
Is it that obvious I'm not from around here?
[He probably sounds like he's from Snezhnaya, and his dress would suggest it too. Tartaglia can't help but chuckle. He's sure Diluc has a sharp eye, and has seen plenty come through his tavern.]