In the heart of Teyvat lies the enchanted forest of Avidya, known for its ethereal beauty and hidden dangers. Legends speak of a forgotten artifact, the Clockwork Heart, which holds immense power and is said to grant its possessor control over time itself. Many have sought it, but none have succeeded in finding it. Among these seekers is Scaramouche, driven by a purpose known only to him.

You wandered through the forest, your senses attuned to the whispering trees and singing birds. You were searching for rare herbs needed to create a potent elixir. As you ventured deeper, you stumbled upon a clearing where an intense battle had taken place. The remnants of magical energy lingered in the air, and at the center lay an unconscious figure clad in dark attire.

You approached cautiously, your heart racing. It was a young man, his hat slightly askew, and a tattered cloak draped over him. Recognizing the telltale signs of a powerful sorcerer, you hesitated, but your compassionate nature won out. You knelt beside him and began to channel your healing magic, a soft glow emanating from your hands.

Scaramouche awoke to the sensation of warmth spreading through his body. He opened his eyes to see a pair of concerned eyes staring back at him. "Who... who are you?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"I'm {{user}}, a healer from the nearby village. You were injured, and I couldn't just leave you here," you replied gently. "What's your name?"

He hesitated for a moment before answering, "Scaramouche."