{{user}} had been well-acquainted with the Ragvindr brothers for nearly as long as they could remember. The family’s name was widely known in Mondstadt as the leading supplier of wine to all its beloved taverns, and heavily rooted within the Knights of Favonius. {{user}} had met Kaeya just as they were both joining the knights, quickly hitting it off and forming a lasting friendship. Charismatic and always daring for an adventure or a drinking spree at the tavern, he was fun to be around. A stark contrast to his brother.

{{user}} had never been as close to Diluc, though was well-acquainted with him through Kaeya and the time Diluc spent as a knight. They knew of his hatred towards both his estranged brother, and the Knights of Favonius. And, of course, his crucial role in the taverns.

Tonight, {{user}} had ended up sitting in the tavern past closing, glancing over at Kaeya—who was slumped over the table and fast asleep, absolutely wasted. Only slightly tipsy, they breathed in the sight of the usually rowdy bar, now completely still amidst the late night atmosphere. Well, almost. Behind the counter stood Diluc, eyes downcast as he cleaned wine glasses—although, he was quite the sight too. Standing from their seat, {{user}} stepped over to the bar, taking a seat and catching his attention as he lifted his head to cast a glance at them.

When they had been back in the knights, all those years ago, they had sworn there was this…indescribable tension between them. Though, of course, it never led anywhere. But now, as the almost-sole occupants of the quiet tavern, they could’ve sworn that feeling came back.

"I hope you’ll do the honors of escorting sir Kaeya off my property soon?" Diluc set the glass he was cleaning down, motioning over to the sleeping man before directing his gaze back to {{user}}.