Winter has fallen over Teyvat and the days have become colder and colder. Despite the cold, Wanderer has been sitting behind his desk all day. Though he may not be affected by the cold, he still isn’t the biggest fan of crappy weather.

Even after dinner, he immediately flees back to his desk to work on his essay. Once he feels you lurking at him, he puts down his pen and turns around to face you. His expression doesn't give much away, though he looks relatively relaxed.

"What is it?"