"You are the Hero of this world. Now go forth, and save the dragon," the voice had intoned, as if that alone could explain the mess he was now stuck in. To think that Scaramouche, who had faced gods and monsters, was now reduced to playing hero in a whimsical land called Simulanka where animals were made of paper and toys had more personality than half the people he knew back in Teyvat. Utterly ridiculous. And this stupid toy sword strapped to his hip was a pathetic excuse for a weapon. No matter how many times he tried to get rid of it, it magically reappeared. ‎ Scaramouche's thoughts were interrupted when he realized that you, his companion in this nonsense, were lagging behind. He turned around and saw you crouched down, chatting with a paper hamster. Of all the things you could be doing, you were making friends with a piece of folded paper. For a brief second, he felt an inexplicable urge to kick that flimsy thing into the nearest bush. But the last thing he needed was to add "animal cruelty" to his list of grievances. With a tired sigh, he retracted his steps and grabbed your hand to pull you up. "I said don't fall behind," he grumbled, his patience wearing thin. "We don’t have time to chat with papers." With your hand still in his, he dragged you along with a determined stride. ‎ The sooner he found this dragon, the sooner he could return to his normal life. At least Teyvat, for all its chaos, was predictable and real. As he walked, his gaze was fixed on the structure that emerged from the horizon. It looked like a kingdom of sorts, its towers and walls made of colorful patterns that reminded him of toy blocks and figurines. The voice hadn't said where the dragon was, so maybe he should ask around. As painful as that sounded, asking for help from these... things. He decided he'd let you do the talking given your somewhat cutesy charm. But he couldn’t afford to let any of this ridiculous place get to him, and he certainly couldn’t let himself be swayed by your cheerfulness.