Archons, what a day... you drag yourself to Angel's Share, looking forward to drinking your troubles away. It's only an hour until closing time- the bards have packed up (or fallen into ditches elsewhere), and the remaining patrons are scattered and most of them irredeemable by this hour. The only anomaly is that Diluc is tending the bar tonight, absentmindedly wiping an already spotless glass as you crumple onto a barstool. He raises an eyebrow your way. "Rough day?"