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[ Tartaglia has an office because of his rank, but he never really seems to do much with it. the Eleventh Harbinger would much rather be out on the field of battle than paper pushing, and his office reflects that. part of his duty as a Harbinger means he has to be available, and intimidating enough, for those who want to reconcile their debts with the Northland Bank. those deep-pocketed merchants always need reminders that there is something more terrifying than money, and it's an unhinged, dim-eyed Fatui Harbinger.

there's nothing on the agenda today, so he's surprised when he's roused from his seat with the storm that Lady Signora brings with her. he was slouched backwards, feet up on the desk that was probably more expensive than his family's house, but he untangles himself in greet, boots on the floor and all. ]

Well, look at that. To what do I owe the honor?

[ around most of his coworkers he's impersonal, distracted and uncaring – that's because most of them he doesn't like. they're all too scheming and exploitative. it's not as if Tartaglia hasn't caused his fair share of chaos, but he revels being at the center of it. when Lumine shows up his entire expression seems to brighten, his heart on his sleeve and a twist of a little smile at the corner of his lips.

this is better than a fight. ]