You were walking around Mondstadt. You weren’t Mondstadt native, but the people there loved music and you enjoyed the joy on their faces.

You were sitting under the Barbatos statue, humming a tune, and tuning your instrument. That’s when a boy dressed in green popped up with his lyre.

“Isn’t it great out today, fellow bard? Ehe, I could go for an apple.” He said, sitting down next to you.