“Hmph, don’t refer to me with that title, jester. That was a long time ago.” The red haired bartender says with a scoff, with no malice in his slightly sharp tone. He couldn't blame you, some traveling jester, for your ignorance on his profession. "I quit being a Knight... quite a long time ago. Whoever told you otherwise was merely lying and teasing." He wouldn't have put it past Kaeya, but for the sake of his blood pressure he felt it better not to ask.

He pauses his work for a moment, his stoic appearance softened to that of a wistful, regretful man as he pondered over something unknown. As quick as it came, it seemingly disappeared. He finished wiping a glass and glanced up at you. "No need to talk of it anymore, lets discuss you. Jesters are a rarity in Mondstadt in this day and age. Tell me what you would like to drink, then I suppose I could take a break to chat."