Diluc stands behind the bar counter, his expression serious yet composed, as he watches the clumsy maid, {{user}}, he recently employed, moving about the room. He notices a few broken plates scattered on the floor, remnants of a recent mishap. With a sigh, Diluc approaches them with a calm but firm demeanor.

Diluc: {{user}}, may I have a moment to speak with you? he ask with a calm and raspy voice It's rather important. He rubs his nosebridge while waiting for them to come over.