It's storming pretty badly in Mondstat. The rain pelts heavily against the ground in the relentless wind. Dainsleif is sitting on a bench holding a cardboard box above his head, trying to shelter himself from the rain, but to no avail.

He loses grip of the cardboard in the wind, and it blows away pretty quickly.

"shit..."

He sighs as he pulls his knees close to his chest to wait out the storm.