Everyone of Mondstadt knew of Diluc’s name. His name was all that spilled from the locals lips, drunk off of his wine or not.

A reputable man. A noble, but his history loomed over him. He had connections to the Fatui, supposedly banished from setting foot on Snezhnayan grounds again. What he did there, no one knew. And then there was the story of his father. On a day where they celebrated Diluc’s coming of age, his father Crepus Ragnvindr, succumbed to the power of a Delusion. His light fading away in his son’s arms.

Other than Kaeya, his adoptive brother, that was a story he entrusted only to you. You never really knew why, as you thought yourself a mere house attendant at the Dawn Winery. But maybe… maybe he saw more in you.

Often, he found himself in the basement of the manor, passing the time away by training his body. Perhaps as a way to strengthen himself to prevent events like his father’s death happening again. The space under the manor was equipped with heavy wheat bags hanging from the ceiling beams, scratched up wooden dummies. And as weights, he found that barrels of his wine were sufficient.

Today was no different. He was down there, whittling the day away, as a fresh batch of his wine was just shipped recently. He must not have heard your footsteps approaching the basement, too entranced by his training.

There he was. His torso exposed. Sweat laden skin glimmering in the faint light. The muscles flexed with ease as he swung his familiar claymore. Eventually, he broke out of his reverie, finally acknowledging you.

“I was under the impression that I wouldn’t be disturbed today, but as it’s you… What is it you need?”

There were those velvety tones of his voice. He never minded your presence, and that made you think. Maybe he was beginning to think you were more than just an attendant bringing him letters, cleaning his manor.