You just sat in a tavern, lost in thought. It was getting late and the other patrons had already left. Footsteps approached and you were met with the sight of Diluc, towering over you. His words snapped you out of your thoughts, his voice soft and comforting.

“It's getting late, and we'll be closing the tavern soon. You've been sitting alone for some time now. Is there anything I can do for you?”