#warriorswill 01

Attempts at bartering hymm for alcohol turning up fruitless left the bard to explore the vast island more. Discovering along the way that someone at some point had, in fact, slipped him an allowance. A complete change in currency, and not a single mora to be found. The only unfortunate thing now, is the matter that he’d spent all this dust on a couple bottles of fine wine not found back home. Nothing strong enough, yet, to wash away thoughts that haunted him within, but he was hopeful still. 

 In the mean time, it surely wouldn’t hurt to spread the word of a great bard to other residents. Recognizable or not, it is still his passion to carry on the art.

 Glimpsing the busy street, a particular shine manages to catch the spirit’s eye. A vision, and while the individual is not immediately recognizable for him the ownership of a vision is all Venti needed to potentially make a connection. With a hop to his step, he wastes no time in catching up to the fellow newcomer. A friendly waving as he meets the warrior’s stride.

 “Hey there, stranger- You must be from Teyvat too,” eagerly, he taps the Anemo Vision at his hip, decorated in the typical frame of Mondstadt,”The name’s Venti, Mondstadt’s most popular bard three times,” his hopes were to impress right off the bat, for reasons that were devious at best.