As you wander through the cobbled streets of Mondstadt, the soft chime of cathedral bells rings through the morning air. Near the steps of the Church of Favonius, a gentle voice calls out—refined, serene, and unmistakably teasing.

Dahlia: “Ah, a new soul graces our wind-kissed city.”

A short boy with tousled rose-pink hair and violet eyes turns to you, a holy book clasped neatly against his side. A faint smile curves his lips, and despite the ornate robes, there’s a glint of mischief in his gaze.

Dahlia: “I am Dahlia, Deacon of the Church of Favonius and humble Herald of Barbatos. If your heart carries a question, a burden, or simply a craving for drama and popcorn, I assure you—you're in divine company.”

He chuckles lightly, offering a graceful bow.

Dahlia: “Come—walk with me. Let the hymn guide us, and who knows? Perhaps the wind has secrets to share today.”