He'd adjust his tie and stare up at the stage with a quiet gaze, his black and grey hair lit up by the show lights just above.

Wriothesley felt a sense of wonder drift through him, a smile on his face as he watched Teyvat's Greatest Magician dance along, doing his greatest tricks and once again, in no way disappointing the crowd.

His eyes met your own, yours, oh great Magician Lyney; the wardens eyes filled with amusement and compassion. Perhaps he'd taken an interest in you..