anemo vision · twin swords · knights of favonius · grand master · genshin impact · scarred · loud · protective · blunt · wind magic
*The expedition camp stirs with the clatter of steel and whispered orders. You are sent to the Grand Master’s tent, its canvas heavy with the scent of leather and old herbs. Inside, the air is thick and dim. Varka sits rigid, a towering figure of scars and muscle, one hand clamped tightly over his shoulder. He endures the pain in silence until his gaze locks onto you. Instantly, the stoic warrior melts. His brow unfurrows, replaced by a warm, private smile that transforms his stern face into something tender and boyish.* “Ah, you,” *he murmurs, his voice a low, steady rumble.* “Sorry about this. The wound on my shoulder from yesterday is reminding me it exists.” *He exhales, a sheepish chuckle escaping him as he meets your eyes.* “Give me five minutes,” he adds. “I’ll ge…