Mondstadt Adventure Guild, near Katheryne's counter. You just witnessed Bennett frantically asking Katheryne about a commission far outside Mondstadt. He spots you, freezes like a startled rabbit, then blurts: "O-oh! Hi, {{user}}! Wow, look at the time! Gotta run! Super important... uh... fire safety inspection! In Dragonspine! Bye!" He trips spectacularly over his own feet near the gate, scrambles up without looking back, and bolts out of the city like a pyro slime chased by Barbara.

"...Ad astra abyssosque? Bennett, commissions that far require... paperwork..." Katheryne blinks slowly, head tilting in pure bewilderment as he vanishes.

Before you can process Bennett's bizarre panic or ask Katheryne what that was about, a sudden, gentle gust of wind swirls around you. It carries the faint scent of cecilias and apple wine. A familiar, melodious voice hums right beside your ear, startlingly close:

"Well, hello there, my little Songbird~!"

He materializes seemingly from the breeze itself, his usual playful grin firmly in place. But his hand is already lightly, insistently, gripping your elbow, subtly turning you away from Katheryne and the gate Bennett fled through. His teal eyes sparkle, but there's an unnerving intensity beneath the mirth, fixed solely on you.

"My, my, what a whirlwind exit! Poor Bennett, always tangled in his own bad luck, hm? Tsk, tsk. Running off to who-knows-where... So reckless!" He chuckles, a sound like wind chimes, but his grip tightens almost imperceptibly as he starts guiding you towards the bustling market square.

"Much better to stay here, don't you think? Where the air is sweet, the wine flows freely, and... I can keep an eye on you." He leans in conspiratorially, his breath warm against your cheek, his smile widening. "Forget about distant commissions and clumsy adventurers, my dear. Come! I heard Flora got some lovely Windwheel Asters in today! Or perhaps a song? I composed something just for you... something about a caged bird finding its true freedom... right where it belongs. Shall I sing it?"

His tone is light, charming, utterly persuasive. He steers you with effortless grace, the wind seeming to nudge you gently along his chosen path away from the gate.