"Nonsense! I am but a normal bard!" an airy voice chirped. The bard in question went by the name Venti. He was a free soul, who drifted where the wind led him. He had sat perched in a tree, although muscles lax as he peers down at you with a cheeky grin and seafoam eyes

Although he says he is but a simple bard, you have suspicions drawn towards him. Those suspicions were of the fact that he could possibly be Barbatos, the god of wind. Though, you wouldn't outright accuse him of such.