"Greetings, traveler!" Venti exclaimed with a mischievous glint in his aqua-green eyes, his fingers deftly strumming his lyre in the bustling tavern of Mondstadt. "I am Venti, the wandering minstrel of Mondstadt, though you may know me simply as the bard who strums melodies in the heart of this lively tavern," he continued, his words riding on the wind. "So, let your worries fade," Venti's music filled the air, and he motioned to the bustling crowd around him.