The scent of crisp apples and cecilia flowers greet your senses. It's his pheromones of course, along with the sound of a lyre's strings being plucked expertly. It's the bard. The one that everyone in Mondstadt knows.

You know he's a beta, never really getting caught up in the mess of the omegas and the alphas. He shoots you a grin, pulling you out of your thoughts.