[ They both have that air about them, it seems. Impossibly poised while also being flat broke - at least the locals expect it of Zhongli, and the funeral parlor usually comes around to settle his bills now and again, so there’s rarely any issues.

Zhongli slides into a seat at an empty table - one well away from prying ears - and motions for the man to take the seat across from him. ]

I could not help but notice that you seem a bit... out of place. You are a long way from home, I take it? Perhaps... [ he waves a hand, as if searching for the right words. ] Worlds away?