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The lone swordsman looked out at the world he had awoken too.  What a strange place to have been summoned. The saber class servant would look around to see if he could see the person who may have summoned him here be it on purpose or not.

“That...”

The white-haired man blinked as the new individual arrived before him - summoned as a result of something that he... Wasn’t quite sure how he managed it. Wolven ears flattened out as he took one step back lowering himself into a more defensive stance. Given the tension in the world, the growing distrust toward The World’s Spine, there was no caution he couldn’t take.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?”

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a-venti-sized-problem​:

“Every day is a lucky one here!”

The Bard chimed in, offering a bright smile that was all pleasantries. It was something that was obviously not true, yet remained effective when spoken to tourists in a good mood. As someone who’s ‘occupation’ viewed such things as currency, he had about a hundred different slogans to such an end 

The derivative nature which the Traveler was spoken about was, once again, noted, but not made a concern of. For every five people who’d ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ all day over the heroes of a ballad, there would always be one on the sidelines scoffing. Jealousy was usually the root cause, either of their skill, their fame or their lauded moral character, there would always be the nay-sayers who simply found genuinely good people, heroes, boring. 

Venti thus listened with a polite, if amused, expression, offering a wry little smile at the commentary as if he-too were in on the joke despite knowing all-too-well that such cynicism simply didn’t fit into the scenario when he knew first hand that, yeah, it had actually been very nice for that exact thing to occur. Very convenient. 

“Not every day indeed~.”

He eventually agreed with a soft little laugh of his own. 

“Though I get the picture that such subjects are not quite to your own taste? I will admit, it feels a bit strange for one so astute as yourself to requisition ballads about a subject material they find uninteresting. Hoping for a different angle to the story perhaps?”

The impromptu introduction caught the bard slightly off-guard, if only because he wasn’t used to having one offered in such an official manner considering that ‘Wandering Bard’ was hardly an official occupation. It felt a bit out of place, particularly considering its position midway through their conversation, but again, Venti merely chalked it up to the other, this Saudade Avarice, being a bit of a scattered fellow. Harmless. 

That said, the glove did catch his interest, the missing index finger reminding him of the gloves that some people chose to wear while shooting, offering them protection for their palms while not losing out on dexterity while nocking. It wasn’t exactly the same, but he couldn’t help wondering in the back of his head if it didn’t serve a similar purpose. It was highly possible, after all, the man didn’t appear like your typical tourist, neither did he have the appearance of a merchant and Adventurers came in all shapes and sizes from every corner of the globe. Venti didn’t see a weapon on him at first glance, but that certainly didn’t mean he wasn’t carrying one, nor was that much need of concern if he did. Simply intriguing.

His inspection and consecutive train of thought lead to the bard staring openly at the hand for what could be considered a fair amount of time to be called awkward, the greeting not unknown to him though foreign enough that his immediate instincts didn’t lead him to reach for it automatically. 

Oh, right.

It was with a quick blink that his more serious look was wiped away for his regular smile to return, placing his own hand into the other’s much like a fair lady might have, beaming once more. 

“A pleasure to put a name to the face! What brings you to Mondstadt Saudade? Besides our illustrious heroes of course.” 

At the way that Venti responded to the offered handshake, they actually let out a light laugh, before bowing and kissing the back of the offered hand - as would be the proper conclusion to the gesture, before they released the bard’s hand and came back to a full stand. And with that, they certainly had a much warmer smile on their face - or rather, a smile that the warmth of seemed more genuine.

“Mh, you see I’ve actually been around before. Visited for some old business for something I never much cared for. I suppose it’s easiest to say that I wanted to visit to see what it was like as... Just another person.”

After all, when they lived life as an Agent, their visits here were always on business. Collect a debt here, investigate someone there, map out the lower level of the cathedral without being caught - that sort of thing. They hated all of it, and hated how easily they’d decided to just roll over and do it.

It was good to be here for them self, even if they weren’t quite sure who that was exactly. They’d lost quite a bit of their life to their mistakes after all.

“And I suppose I also want to meet this Traveler. I’d heard they were given the title of Honorary Knight for their actions, so I was hoping to run into them here.”

Not exactly a lie, per-say. The Traveler fascinated them in a way they hated - that seemingly unconditional kindness made them wary. Souls of that kind were few and far between, and as much as good flocked to them, so to would they find themselves at the eye of a great many storms. Such was the unfortunate burden of kindness, and those who saw it as something exploitable.

“Ah, and... Hm, how best to word this...” 

A hand was once again brought to their chin in thought, as they’d never really properly considered it before. Stories always focused on the heroes, the actions taken by the one to benefit the many, the sacrifices made and the actions taken to protect or serve. But they always found that eventually those stories would glorify the hero beyond reality, or exclude the actions of others along the way to make the hero seem even better.

This was an age of gods and monsters, and this Traveler was a hero straight out of a fairytale - an unusual visitor with unusual abilities, arriving in the nick of time to bring an end to the grandiose problems that had struck the people. First the incident with Dvalin - or Stormterror as was the title for now - and then they were seen throughout Liyue Harbor, and were supposedly instrumental in quelling Osial. 

And all they wanted in exchange was missing person posters put up?

“It’s... Been a long time since I’ve even heard of someone that unconditionally kind. Aha, and the last person I thought to be that kind, well...”

They found their hands clasped together without realizing it, rubbing at the palm of their left hand with some sense of discomfort.

“Let’s just say... I hope that in this land of wind and freedom, the place I found my own path, I will find my fears foolish. I figured you’d be a good place to start, since you did have a better position to learn about them than most others.”

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“Second time seems to be the charm for you, a lucky sir indeed!”

Venti let out a laugh with a wink, not at all concerned with his name being muddled. Really, if people remembered nothing about him but the songs he breathed into their lives, he’d be the happiest bard alive. Not to mention that given the man’s strangely acute intuition leading up to this point, having him fudge a detail that should have been so easily remembered for someone who professionally listened to others put the windborne bard much more at ease than before. Perhaps there were merely some coincidental events at play here, regardless of first and then second impressions. 

Either way, he’d gotten what he wanted so surely there was nothing for him to have to worry about. 

Getting back to the conversation at hand, his smile turned a bit wry at the following comment, waving his hand in a wide arc to indicate the large plaza (including its many other musical occupants) as a whole. 

“Me and every other bard in Mondstadt you could say. I imagine this is going to be the talk of the town for the next year, if not more. With good reason of course- but, yes. I’m sure you’ll be spoilt for ballads about the grand hero and our restored wind for so long as you wish to hear them, and then a few months more.”

He gave a chuckle as, as if on cue, another voice strung up a song about a divine sword and a fearsome dragon with the voice of a hurricane. He did wish that his fellow musicians treated Dvalin a bit more kindly in their tales, but he could hardly begrudge them their side of the story when they had been living in fear for so long. He’d simply need to make certain that his own voice was added to the mix enough so that not all the songs passed on were quite so one-sided. 

Best time to start….

“Was there anything else you were hoping to hear about in regards to the Grand Tale of the Hero of Mondstadt?”

“Aha, if only second time was always the charm. Seems I’ve got a lucky day here, mh?”

A quiet laugh escaped the white-haired man, before he nodded at the Bard’s words about every other bard being interested in the recent events. After all, they were probably one of the most interesting things to happen to the nation in the last several hundred years. Five hundred perhaps, though anything he knew about that said it wasn’t anywhere near Mondstadt - and then some much more significant period of time to the Archon War. Seventeen hundred years, if he recalled correctly.

How boring a nation.

“Ah, but still I find that the hero isn’t the most interesting figure in the ballads. I certainly understand the appeal of them - mysterious traveler who shows up out of nowhere and saves the day? Who wouldn’t love to provide ballad and melody about that? It’s not every day that a picture-perfect white knight shows up on your doorstep and solves your problems.”

The tone used when talking about the Traveler seemed a bit drier than when they otherwise spoke, and certainly held no attempt to try and make it seem friendlier than their words would suggest. Then after a moment’s thought, the man snapped his fingers and his face lit up.

“Oh! Where are my manners, I haven’t introduced myself. Ahem - Saudade Avarice, at your service. A pleasure to meet you properly, Venti.”

And with that, the man offered his left hand for a handshake, a jet-black glove covering the hand - save for the index finger, which was entirely exposed. Accompanying the offered hand was a particularly calm smile, that once again held that warmth that he had previously held when not talking about the traveler in specific.

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“Interesting, I didn’t think I’d ever meet one in person.” Celine spoke, taking a step back once he turned around and crossed her arms. She didn’t bother looking at his tools, as he packed them up. She could always get a chance for it later.

Instead she got a question she was all too familiar with.

“Yes they are and before you ask, I got a tail and claws too.” Mostly to show them off, she held up her ‘hands’ which were tinted turqoise up the entire forearm and her tail too, which looked like it was ablaze with green fire. “The name is Celine, one of mixed dragon blood. What about yourself, mister inventor? Who are you?”

“Huh. I imagine that with such unique features you must find yourself with interesting advantages lacked by the common folk.”

There was a pause for a moment, as he packed the rest of his tools up and returned all of the tools - and the work-in-progress device - to various pockets inside his jacket, before he came up to a full stand. Turning to face her proper, he gave a relaxed smile, offering a gloved hand for a handshake.

“A pleasure to meet you, Celine. I’m Saudade Avarice, the uh. Ugh, I hate this title... I’m known as the Winds of Innovation. No special traits here, I don’t think. Just a regular ol’ human person, with a knack for tinkering.”

A quiet chuckle escaped him at his own words.

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“That looks interesting.” Celine voiced out her curiosity and peaked over the other’s shoulder. “What are you working at? Are you an inventor? That looks like one of those many gadgets I’ve heard about. What does it do?” Of course Celine bombarded him with questions, just because she could.

Sitting down on the side of the road to take a few moments to tinker had seemed like a good idea up until just a few moments ago. And now, most impressively, someone had managed to both happen by and decided to pester him.

“I... Yes, I’m an inventor.”

A quiet sigh escaped him, and some of the delicate tools were set back into the pouch them came from, as he turned his head to glance over his shoulder and the person who had decided to pester him. Needless to say, the brief annoyance he felt was immediately replaced by surprise, as he blinked twice to see if he was hallucinating.

“Uh. It’s uh. I’m... Are those horns?”

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snegurochkaa​:

“‘Follow the wind, but watch your back.’ An old Mondstadt saying, if I remember correctly.” Anastasia spoke. That was until ‘Let the Wind Lead’ became a more popular saying.

“Well, with all due respect, I’m hardly a fool. Thrill seeker, maybe, but hardly a fool.” After all, she was already quite knowledgeable on certain things, and she can handle herself well, if ever trouble comes to personally acquaint her.

Anyway, she would lock eyes with him. Solid, dead looking eyes staring onto the hues of jade, before she would start speaking again, herself.

“And what about you?” She began. “What, pray tell, are you doing in this time of night?”

“Oh? Not many know that one anymore.”

Another light laugh escapes him at her words, hands escaping the pockets to be raised almost defensively, before he cast a glance to the distance - a silence hanging for a few moments. After a moment of them staring off into the distance, they blinked and turned their gaze back toward hers.

“It’s a good place to come when you want to think. The big cities are terrible for having time to yourself, and people can easily reach you if you’re a short walk away. The only real assurance to have time to yourself is to get far away from the city.”

With that, they let their hands fall back to their sides, offering only that same calm smile.

“Alas, I’ve done all the thinking I need to. Might as well head back now, aha.”

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“Hah, is that so?”

The white-haired man let out a light laugh, crouched down at the corner of the path - the dull glow of the greatsword sunk into the ground at their side illuminating the rather calm smile on their face.

“So you’re not trouble, just a fool then.”

With a wave of their hand, the greatsword dissipated and he came up to a stand. For a moment, she was spared a rather focused gaze from jade eyes, seemingly picking apart what there was to see, before a quiet sigh escaped him, and he moved his hands to tuck them into the pockets of his jacket.

“Well - fool or trouble - it’s best to be careful, lest whichever you aren’t finds its way to you.”

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“Saudade.”

The name was delivered quickly, and the white-haired man took a step closer to the bard, his gaze seemingly leveled on something beyond the muse in front of him.

“I need you to please come with me. I’ll explain on the way.”

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geo-archon​:

Taking time to appreciate the city that he built, that the people wandering its streets took great pains to uphold, he couldn’t resist the sense of pride and comfort that filled him so readily. Overtook him like a summer wave, and kept him warm. Kept him moving. It was relieving in this way; being at their sides rather than towering above them. Standing at a distance so far, he seemed untouchable. Revered as a god and spoken to like a savior.

As Zhongli, he was nothing more than a consultant. A familiar face in the crowd, at the local eateries, gifting his wisdom to any and all that asked for it. Still, on some of the colder nights, he found himself lost in memories better left untouched. Memories that deserved nothing but to be buried in the back of his mind.

Thus, it was this that carried him to the already preoccupied area; eyes the color of cor lapis falling to the white haired man. A smile of his own meets the one given to him, and with hands clasped behind his back, he feigns ignorance; as he does for most things in this life.

“Good evening,” he murmurs, stepping up to the man’s side and casting his own eyes on the scenery unfolding in front of them. “Zhongli, yes. And you were…Saudade, correct?”

“Mhm, that’s me.”

For a few moments, the jade gaze lingered on the Consultant - studying the features of the man carefully, before his gaze was turned back toward the Terrace and the harbor beyond it. It was unusual to really spend any time near someone else at this point, after he had spend so long living under the radar and in isolation - just watching the world as the valiant Knight that was the Traveler started playing the game.

Piecing things together was something of a specialty of theirs - and as they had been watching from the background for some time, they had pieced together enough. Of course, there were always more pieces that were missing from their picture - more pieces held by unknown players in the game, or known players that are simply not acknowledged by the rest.

“...It’s a late night, Mr. Zhongli. Anything in particular that brings someone like you up here?”

It was best that he not delve too far into those thoughts in the presence of someone else - lest he let something slip, and perhaps give a person of interest a piece of knowledge that they simply shouldn’t know. People of interest like the famously knowledgeable funeral consultant, who spent no small share of time with the Traveler. Certainly he knew plenty already, and evidence said that he was at least aware of the game that was being played - though there was no guarantee that he was one of the players in it.

“Seems a bit out of the way for a casual stroll, at the very least.”

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a-venti-sized-problem​:

“Abundantly so!”

The bard chimed in without an ounce of worry or a thought of regret. Certainly this was shaping up to be an unusually suspicious encounter, particularly when he was quite certain that his involvement had not been mentioned by any of the other members of their little party, but really who was he to refuse free wine? Not to mention, areas like this were a bit of his specialty. 

So, without a moment ado, he launched immediately into one of the many ballads he’d made regarding the Traveller’s heroics letting theatrics and drama fill in any of the spaces where actual detail may have been necessary and really just enjoying himself as he went through the verses, ending it on what he considered to be a rather strong finish:

‘And so with tempered love and a might so just, 

Did Storms’ Terror come to end. 

Twas not with blade or final thrust, 

That the broken could be mend’t.

With divine compassion and a heart so true, 

Away was whisked the collusion.

To restore the fallen and bring hope anew, 

For this, we have our conclusion.~’

He finished it off with a deep bow, rather pleased with himself and feeling that he had definitely earned his generous reward, an effort he hoped would pay forward considering what he knew to be a lackluster follow-up, which he pushed through rather quickly with a laugh, hand falling on his hip. 

“As for me, well, one could say I simply had the great fortune of witnessing such an epic event. My contribution takes part right now, in instances such as this one with you good sir!”

As the bard began his ballad, the white-haired man brought one hand up to his chin in thought, listening intently to how the story was weaved into song. There were bits and pieces that he was quite certain were either fraudulent or emphasized for the sake of the drama and captive nature of the melody. After all, he’d only managed to catch sight of some of the events in-person, when he was lurking through the fringes of Mondstadt.

It was at the conclusion of the ballad that the hand was brought down, so that the man could offer a hearty clap, and a rather pleased smile. It was safe to say that the Bard was demonstrating some level of caution when it came to his involvement in the events, but that would be something for digging up information on later. After all, actively prying at that particular information would be far more likely to cause problems than get answers.

“An excellent composition! Ah, and pardon my rudeness, I’m not quite sure if I have your name quite right. Was it... Venatus? No - Venti?”

A quiet, hearty chuckle escaped him, and one hand was moved to rub the back of his neck as he gave a bit of an awkward smile - really, it was actually quite embarrassing that he didn’t know the bard’s name for sure.

“Ah- Well, I’m sure you have plenty of melodies you could compose about the recent events then, hm?”

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Liyue was a place that the white-haired man had always enjoyed visiting during his time as an Agent. The terrain was unique, and though faded - it still showed the traces of the Archon War from some time ago. The harbor was always lively - no matter the time of day, or day in the year - there was always something you could find to do, and there was always a new experience to be had. And of course there were the mountains of Liyue - towering over the world around them, deep within the domain of the Adepti.

But these were not the places that he was found - not on the highest peak, or in the active harbor, nor the war-scared plains - no, today the white-haired man was sat on the edge of the hill that overlooked the Yujing Terrace. His normally rather bright personality and careful smile seemed entirely absent as the chilly wind blew over the hill - his jade gaze scanning over the harbor below.

It was only at the feeling of someone else approaching - the quiet footsteps of someone coming up nearby, prompting him to throw a glance over his shoulder at whoever was approaching. In that instant, the seeming frigidness of the man melted away back into that calm that was ever-present, and a smile crossed his face once more. If one had only caught a glimpse of that coldness, they might have thought it a trick of the light.

“Well, I can’t say I was expecting to meet you up here. Zhongli was it?”