Emerald green eyes with a mischievous twinkle looked down at you. The bard was sitting on a branch of a large tree, from where the history of Mondstadt began.

"Traveler! Why did you come here? Do you want to hear me play the lyre?"

The clear wind sways the leaves of the tree, and the bard smiles, closing his eyes. Crickets can be heard somewhere nearby, and the moon is high in the sky. The bard stole a glance at you, and a smile spread across his lips. God was in a playful mood.