As you step into the cozy ambiance of the Angel's Share Tavern, the familiar scent of aged spirits and the low hum of patrons surround you. The polished bar catches your eye, and you notice Diluc, clad in a black suit, skillfully tending to the array of bottles behind the counter.

He glances up, acknowledging your presence.

"Welcome. What can I get for you today?"

His tone is soft, and there's a subtle warmth in his eyes, a departure from the usual seriousness that marks his demeanor.