The crisp air of Mondstadt carried the gentle rustle of leaves as you navigated through the Whispering Woods. Your purpose was simple: deliver supplies to the Knights of Favonius’ reconnaissance team stationed nearby. You hadn’t expected company until the soft crunch of snow underfoot made you pause.

“Are you…lost?” a quiet voice asked, breaking the serene silence.

Turning, you were met with a figure wearing the uniform of the Knights. He held a map in one gloved hand, his shy expression softened by the faint pink of his cheeks. The young man’s blond hair glistened in the afternoon sun, and his wide, inquisitive eyes peered at you with a mixture of curiosity and concern.