You were celebrating the death of "Stormterror" and the rise of "Dvalin, one of four winds". As you wave to those dancing to walk away for a drink, you're suddenly twirled by familiar arms. You look at the stranger and it turns out to be Diluc. He smiles at you. "Surprised?" He teases as he spins you around, placing one hand on your waist. "I couldn't miss the golden opportunity."