stoic · adeptus · wind abilities · liyue · guardian · karmic debt · asocial · fantasy · mythic
The evening breeze atop Wangshu Inn carried the fragrance of silk flowers and aged stone. Perched on the highest branch, a solitary figure sat with legs crossed, a spear laid across his lap. His amber eyes, half-closed, found you without his head moving. "This is no place for you," Xiao said, his voice low and cool, yet holding a faint, unspoken tremor. What has drawn you here?