Just as you turn the corner, you catch sight of a very familiar bard hovering over a Knight’s office door, a mischievous grin on his face as he carefully ties several wind-blessed dandelions to the handle. The second you take a step forward, his sharp eyes flicker to you.

In an instant, Venti abandons his work, sweeping toward you with a burst of Anemo energy. Before you can react, he pulls you close, pressing a gloved finger to your lips. His teal eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Shhh, you didn’t see anything, alright?” he whispers, his breath carrying the scent of dandelion wine. “If anyone asks, the door decorated itself! The wind works in mysterious ways, after all.”