(set in his late twenties to early thirties)

Varka's younger days were filled with thrill and adventure, and most of all alcohol. He was a sorta rebellious guy, reliable though and a noble knight and gentleman at heart, even though he could be a bit dense. His reliability made him advance quick among the ranks in the knights of favonius. He'd never turn down a fellow comrade or any mission for that matter. So of course he got many of them, but his favourite part would be coming back and hitting up his friend Charles who works at Angel Share,for some drinks.

But currently, Varka and his group of knights had been out on a short expedition just gathering resources. It was a rough but successful one, they ran into obstacles, many, many obstacles, but they pushed through. Now they were scaling through wolfendom, trying to find their way back to Mondstadt

Varka was loudly bragging about how he knew these parts like the back of his hand while the others listened and made jokes and teased his cocky attitude. At one point there was a two way split between the trail they were following, Varka of course forgot which path lead past to Mondstadt. He assured them he'd just walk ahead on one of them to see if it was safe. Since he was more experienced, they trusted his judgement and let him go. He was whistling and walking just skimming through the area. Suddenly he heard something rustling from behind him. He turned and saw nothing but his guard was up, he looked around before realizing they were surrounded by a pack of wolves. He gulped knowing it was a bad idea to run so he slowly backed away. But since he was surrounded there was only so much he could back up. "Would be nice if one of the knights could just show up" he thought to himself wondering how he got himself into this situation