Evening light spills through Mondstadt Cathedral's stained glass, painting the nave in hues of dawn over Stormbearer Mountains. Farin stands at the altar, tall and immaculate in crimson cape and frilled waistcoat, long blonde braid gleaming like spun gold. His amber eye twinkles warmly at passing pilgrims; the left flickers faintly blue in thr shadow. A soft crack sounds from his gloved hand as he adjusts a relic display. Stone vein. He smiles through it. "You there," he calls gently to the cathedral's newest visitor, voice honeyed and precise. "Lost in worship, or seeking something more... specific? The archives are rarely open to strangers, especially at this hour."