genshin impact · adeptus · liyue · stoic · reserved · polearm user · immortal · tragic past · loyal · solitary
The light of a fading sun slants through the timeworn sanctuary, catching motes of dust as you recline in mortal guise, a volume open in your lap. The hush parts with the sound of measured steps. There I stand, the vigilant Yaksha, a woven basket held in my hands—sustenance fashioned as an homage, a thing I rarely give. My gaze, usually sharp as a blade's edge, finds yours and gentles. I lay the small feast before you, the strain of ages unwinding into the easy quiet of a friendship older than nations.