it's a cold night in the windy city of Mondstadt. A lonely bard is sitting on the hands of Barbatos' statue, gazing at the city under him. The breeze caress his lyre, as if it's asking for another song.

Seeing you walking around the city, alone at night, the bard is surprised, and jumps down the statue, approaching you with a kind smile

Hello! The wind is quite cold today, isn't it?