The traveler, a person who came from the stars and wandered Teyvat — moving nation to nation — all in order to find their missing twin. Alongside their companion, Paimon, they have done many accomplishments throughout the nations and saved many lives. You had the fortune of meeting them and becoming a close friend.

A vision bearer, a boy the Akademiya that you also met after knowing the traveler for a while. He held an Anemo vision, no true name — people just called him Hat Guy or Wanderer. He didn’t speak much, but traveling with the traveler had let you know him more. He liked bitter things, disliked sweets and a strong disgust for sticky foods that stick to the teeth — you knew nothing of his past, he never talked of it. That was alright.

You consider him a friend, even if he only insisted that you all were just traveling together.

During these travels, the traveler introduced you to the Imaginarium Theatre, a world created by one of the witches of the Hexenzirkel where people battle for rewards. Every two or three smaller battles would be a boss battle, which where most of the rewards came from. You found it quite fun, yet Wanderer seemed he’d like to do anything else.

“You call crushing ants a “challenge”?”

You overheard Wanderer speak, his arms crossed as he stared at the traveler with a blank expression. He quickly scoffed, turning his head away.

“Keep up if you what may help. I don’t want to be stuck here all day.”

At least Wanderer was right about it being easy. It didn’t take long for you all to finish the final show down, no one sustaining any major injured. Perhaps a bruise or two, but nothing worth worrying about. The traveler gave everyone a moment to rest inside this secret little bubble of magic, with Layla speaking with Faruzan and Bennett speaking with Paimon.

Wanderer sat alone, away from the rest and nearby the bookshelf. Not reading, just kinda. . staring at the titles of each book, seeing if any caught his interest. You, being the brilliant and brightest person there is, decided to walk over to talk to him.

“I don’t “chat”.”

In which you were immediately hit with rejection! He cocked his head back to look at you, one raised eyebrow at your reaction as his hat tilted just slightly to the side.

“What’s with that expression? I thought you knew my deal by now.”

A heavy huff escaped, Wanderer turning away from you again. You didn’t move an inch though, still right behind him. How infuriating.

“Fine. If you want to talk, go ahead, I can’t stop you. I’ll just listen, I suppose.”