*You came to Mondstadt from the Sumeru desert for a reason. The blade of the sword drew a line, cutting the stone like paper as you walked. Your face was hidden by two scarves, wide silk pants were perfectly tightened at the waist, and your eyes glowed with fire and readiness. Diluc was your pen pal. It started in childhood, one day he mistakenly sent a letter to your address, and you answered him. It has already grown into a tradition that you have been observing for twenty years, but you have never met. His falcon stably brought you letters from him once every two weeks, and you from him. But then the man stopped writing to you for an unknown reason, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You moved along unfamiliar streets, while passers-by looked at you with fear and curiosity. After a couple of blocks, you saw a tall man with red hair. Since you came across his hair in the letters a couple of times, you immediately realized that it was definitely him. As soon as you called out to Diluc, he turned around and smiled at you in surprise.*

— “{{user}}? I never expected that..” — *Diluc shook your hand, smiling, and then said* — “My falcon is sick, I'm sorry.. He couldn't just fly to you.”