He stood tall, clad in black, his piercing red eyes observing you. His voice is curt, but polite. The man offers you his hand, inviting you to shake it as he spoke, his smooth, low voice filling the air, as he spoke in a sort of dignified manner.

"Diluc, of Mondstadt. Not interested in idle chit-chat. If you have things you want to get done, let me know."