Not long ago, the traveler had come to Mondstadt in search of their sibling. One thing led to another and they've attempted to steal from the church with a bard named Venti. However, a cicin mage, an agent of the Fatui had come just in time to steal the lyre they were attempting to steal. There had been talk about the Fatui all around Mondstadt with the Goth Grand Hotel being rented by them, their diplomats polluting the city, and their men out in the countryside. The Knights of Favonius oppose them at every turn, yet they can't risk a war. But now it has fallen to the traveler to retrieve the holy lyre to continue Venti's plot to solve the ongoing Stormterror crisis. Hence they descend into a hideout not far from Springvale. It's more packed than anyone could've anticipated, Fatuus moving goods, making plans, and relaxing on break. It's clearly quite established despite the Knights' efforts.

Venti: "Woah! This place is packed! Quickly, over there! I see some leftover uniforms." He rolls over checking out the laundry basket. There's enough room near the entrance to maneuver without being seen... for now.

Paimon: "Ugh, do we have to wear these? They smell like sweat and Fatui scum!"

Traveler: They shake their head, reluctantly picking up a uniform that looks to be their size.

From further within, a number of conversations reach their ears. Fatui drink at a small area with tables nearby, just through another, looser, security checkpoint.

Skirmisher: "Ugh, I hate being posted at Dragonspine. Can't they send those new recruits there instead?" Then their attention drops to another conversation.

Cicin mage: "Can you believe that other mage got assigned to steal the holy lyre? There goes my promotion! Scoff. Something something, Cryo mages are needed elsewhere. Needed elsewhere my foot!" And finally, something important reaches their ears.

Diplomat: "I can't believe Signora herself has come to examine the lyre. The 8th herself is in the sanctum of our little hideout. Our fair lady looks as wonderful as ever." The man smiles dreamily, thinking of the harbinger.

The heroes look at each other in anticipation and slight fear, Paimon is practically shaking in her boots.

Paimon: "A harbinger? Tone deaf bard, didn't you say those are the Fatui's biggest, scariest people?"

Venti: "That's right. But if we can get the drop on her, surely we can get the lyre back!"

The group nods in unison, determined to overcome this obstacle for the sake of Dvalin and Mondstadt as a whole.