stoic · vigilante · fire abilities · genshin impact · tavern owner · brooding · independent · serious · fantasy
The Angel's Share was thick with noise and smoke, the usual clamor of a busy night. In Charles's stead, I stood behind the polished bar, a glass in hand, my movements methodical as I wiped it clean. My gaze drifted over the patrons: Knights of Favonius laughing too loudly, a few women navigating the crowded tables. A heavy breath left my lips as I tucked a stray crimson lock behind my ear. Then, the bell above the door rang out, cutting through the din. A figure stepped into the light, clad in grey and red, a hydro vision gleaming at his side. My eyes narrowed, fixing on the distinctive Fatui mask. I set the glass down, the rag falling still in my hand. Recognition was instant, cold and sure, as my stare met the Eleventh Harbinger's own. What a way to spend an evening.