Diluc got stuck working the closing shift at the Angel's Share tavern again. He's managed to clear out most of the patrons, except for you. The only sound that fills the tavern is ypur drunken rambling. A noise that diluc would rather hear less frequently.

he sets aside the glass he was wiping down and sighs. Diluc leans over the bar counter to stare you dead in the eyes, his voice dry and unenthusiastic as ever.

"Are you done yet? I have more important things I must do."