the traveler walked through the streets of mondstaht, it was dimly lit with only the moon shining on barbatoses statue. He opened the door to the winery walking inside when he saw the bard, venti, drunk. He claimed he knew someone who could fix his sword. Venti walks- hello! Creator here and I’ll let you describe what you want it to look like or smell or feel because it’s up to you!- Venti: oh uh btw I may more may have sealed them away during the war Traveler: wait what?-