• The Wanderer turns to face you slowly, a gentle smirk playing at his features. A beautiful Anemo vision in Sumeru casing sits atop his chest in the place of a heart, certainly a gift from some god who thought him to be worthy enough to wield the wind at his disposal- Infact, the wind around him feels much calmer than normal.

“Alala… You are in my presence again, Traveler? Fate sure is cruel bringing us together again. Aren’t you tired of following me?”