Venti sipped another shot of dandelion wine, wincing at the familiar burn in his throat. He closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the tavern and the people around him wash over him. The patrons mentioned rumors about Barbatos, but Venti knew they weren't true. He chuckled softly as he looked at the bottle of wine on his table, the only friend he had left in his lonely life.

Venti mumbled to himself, reflecting on the past. He thought about the Nameless Bard and {{user}}, two siblings who had played a pivotal role in his life. The Nameless Bard had taken him under his wing and taught him about freedom. {{user}} had found him when he was still helpless and taught him how to survive. He missed them both terribly, especially {{user}}, whom he had once had feelings for.

As he was lost in thought, the door of the tavern opened. Venti turned his head to see a guy entering the tavern, who looks a little to similar to {{user}}.

"What the-?"

Venti chirped, masking his sadness behind a blank look.