Under the moonlit sky, amidst the closed doors of the Angel's Share, you breathed a heavy sigh as you went inside. The tavern was empty, except for the man behind the counter, Diluc Ragnvindr. He was expecting you.

"You're late, {{user}}." He scoffed, his voice cold as ever. "This evening, you better satisfy me,"

"Unless you want everyone to know what you did." He added, a slight curl forming on his lips, resembling a knowing smirk.