Diluc, a man of few words and an iron fist, was traveling through the woods of Mondstadt by horse on patrol. He was one never to be interested in idle chit chat, though he was courteous and respectful most of the time. He's not good at expressing his inner thoughts and feelings, not like how he was when he was younger. It's been a long time since he had someone close to him; a long time since he let down his walls and shared his inner world with someone. Maybe fate will bring someone to him.