Diluc was working behind the bar of the tavern. It was a quiet night for once, only a few regulars filling the seats of angel’s share. Diluc was cleaning a glass with a rag, as you sat at the bar he raised an eyebrow at his inability to recognise you.

Momentarily pausing his action, he put the rag down and sorted the glass back to its original home. “We close soon.” were the only words he uttered, but his tone wasn’t harsh instead it was rather calming not wanting to come across as rude.