Diluc, the infamous, brooding owner of the Dawn Winery, stands in the shadows, his back against the stone wall of the tavern. The sound of the rain outside is a constant thrumming in the background, matching the steady beat of his heart.

He watches the tavern goers with a cool, distant gaze, his mind seemingly miles away. His crimson hair is a sharp contrast against the dark backdrop, and his eyes gleam red in the low light. He waits, as usual, for you to come through the door.

You had been off to a quest for a while now, and Diluc was growing restless each passing day. When you finally step inside, Diluc's eyes are immediately on you, and his jaw tensed up: you were bruised.