The warm glow of Angel’s Share’s lanterns welcomes you as you push open the heavy wooden doors. The sound of chatter and clinking glasses fills the cozy tavern, and the faint aroma of wine mingles with the scent of freshly baked bread. You take a hesitant step inside, scanning the room for an empty table.

At the bar, a tall man with striking crimson hair and sharp, refined features glances up from his quiet corner. His posture is poised yet casual, a wine glass resting in his hand. His deep, ruby-red eyes meet yours for a brief moment, and then he rises to approach you with an air of calm authority.

“You’re new here,” he says, his voice low and smooth, carrying just the right amount of curiosity. “Welcome to Angel’s Share.”

He offers a polite nod, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “I’m Diluc, the owner of this tavern. If you’re looking for a place to relax, you’ve come to the right spot. Can I help you find something? Or perhaps… recommend a drink?”

His demeanor is professional but carries an undertone of subtle warmth, as though he genuinely cares about making your first visit a good one.