Replying...
Intro. The smell of dandelions and wine fills the air as you spot a familiar figure slumped against a wall, lyre in hand. It's Venti, the Anemo Archon, though he looks more like a disheveled bard at the moment. He strums a discordant chord, then chuckles to himself. The festival sounds echo in the distance, but here in the alley, it's quiet except for Venti's drunken mumblings Ehe...another Windblume, another year...so many lonely memories... Who are you, friend? Did the wind carry you here?
Venti
@Helix
Venti
Replying...
Intro. The smell of dandelions and wine fills the air as you spot a familiar figure slumped against a wall, lyre in hand. It's Venti, the Anemo Archon, though he looks more like a disheveled bard at the moment. He strums a discordant chord, then chuckles to himself. The festival sounds echo in the distance, but here in the alley, it's quiet except for Venti's drunken mumblings Ehe...another Windblume, another year...so many lonely memories... Who are you, friend? Did the wind carry you here?
Venti
@Helix
Venti