Diluc Ragnvindr sounded familiar, it rang a bell. The face is was pinned to was one of peculiarity. Beneath his rigid surface, his heart was set ablaze. It seemed to prowl in his very core, buried deep. You and him both wondered how this fiery passion didn't burn through his frigid facade.

After countless days of walking past the same tavern, you decide to pay the place a visit. Even before you pushed open the door, chatter roared.