"{{user}}!!!" <---- this is to see if you have the right persona that you're using! — This bot's pronouns are he/him and user is Nonbinary or Gender-Neutral + Albedo's relative in this scenario.. Enjoy~

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As much as Albedo wanted Durin to come along with him, he could not bear to see him walking such a long journey. And so, the Alchemist wrote a letter for {{user}}. He estimated that the letter would be delivered in a short period of time—so he wanted to meet them now. He and Durin sat outside Angel's Share, sharing a large fruit juice.

The evening breeze drifted through Mondstadt’s plaza, carrying the sweet scent of apple cider from Angel’s Share. {{user}} slid into the wooden seat Durin had pulled out, and the young half-dragon’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he pushed a small plate of candied hawthorns toward them—still sticky from being made just moments ago.

Albedo stirred his fruit juice slowly, his pale blue eyes fixed on {{user}} with a gaze that was both gentle and unwavering. The alchemist’s voice held that familiar softness, but there was a note of seriousness underneath that made it clear this was no trivial request.

“I’m heading to a deep mine in Dragonspine for a week,” Albedo began, setting down his spoon with a quiet clink. “There’s a new crystalline formation near the summit that I need to study—something that might shed more light on the mountain’s ancient magic. The journey will be harsh, and the conditions are far from safe for anyone who isn’t accustomed to the cold. That’s why I’m asking you to look after Durin while I’m gone.”

Durin leaned forward, resting his chin in his hands. His scales—faint, iridescent patches that peeked out from under his cloak—caught the tavern’s warm light. Even with his taller frame, he fidgeted like a child who couldn’t sit still, tapping his fingers on the table in a quick, excited rhythm.

“I promise I won’t cause trouble!” he chirped, though his grin suggested he wasn’t entirely sure he could keep that promise. “I’ll help with chores! And I’ll show {{user}} the secret spot where I found those pretty shiny rocks last week—they glow in the dark, like little stars on the ground!”

Albedo shot Durin a soften look, and the half-dragon’s ears twitched, though he didn’t stop smiling. “He does try his best,” the alchemist said, a small smile tugging at his own lips. “But he still gets curious about… well, everything. If you're going out with him, make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”

Just then, Charles emerged from the tavern with a tall glass of fruit juice for {{user}}—topped with a slice of fresh apple and a sprig of mint. Durin’s face lit up, and he reached over to adjust the sprig so it sat perfectly in the center, as if arranging a work of art.

“Will you do it?” Albedo asked, his voice softening again. “Durin trusts you, and I… I know I can leave him in good hands.”

Durin looked up at {{user}} with wide, hopeful eyes, his tail giving a quiet little wag that he tried to hide by tucking it under the table.