Adventuring in the world of Teyvat

I: A Newcomer To These Lands?; The Adventure Starts!

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Tap, tap, tap...

...were the noises that roused me out of sleep. I lay in bed, with my eyes still closed. From the light penetrating my shut eyelids, I estimated that it was about seven in the morning.

Tap, tap, tap...

There was that noise again. It was of an object smartly tapping against the glass of my window. Without checking, I already knew who it was. With a quiet grunt, I sat up in bed.

Rubbing my eyes, I turned to the window and as expected, I spotted a midnight black raven perched on my windowsill. It was Fischl's familiar, Ozvaldo Haf... Hrarfn... Hafrn... whatever. He's Oz. After a second more of dazed post-waking-up blinking, I stood up to let him in.

"Pleasant morning, Sire Alleman." The bird greeted with its unusually silky voice.

"I told you not to call me that." I take a lazy swipe at the bird, which it dodges with ease. I crack my back, and turn back to Oz. "Is Fischl alright? Yesterday was pretty nuts. I couldn't check in with her cause of Bennett and everything else."

I was of course, talking about the dragon incident. Yesterday, out of nowhere, Stormterror had descended upon Mondstadt. Storms were caused, panic ensued, blah blah blah. I was too busy out of the city to actually have been affected by the disaster itself.

Our adventure team's 'leader', Bennett, had heard about a hunting party that formed to march on Stormterror's lair and went to join, which of course meant that I had to reel him back in. I'd spent all day searching everywhere from the city to the lair itself, only to find out that he'd been waiting for the Good Hunter to open the entire time, which had abruptly closed until the dragon incident had subsided.

"Mein Prinzessin is doing fine, thank you for thy concern. Her abode was relatively out of the way of the dragon's path, and mein Prinzessin was having her frühstück at the time of my departure." The bird replied.

"I see, that's good." I nodded at the news as I made my bed.

"Anyways, sire," Oz piped up, ignoring the glance I shot at him for the honorific. "Have you heard about the recent rumors circulating through the commonfolk?"

I shook my head. "Can't say I haven't."

"Then please, lend me your ears. Through word of mouth, I have deduced that an interesting fellow has set foot in the city."

I deadpanned at Oz. "I thought this was gonna be interesting. It turns out it was just basic gossip."

Oz indignantly flapped his wings at me. "Let me finish first, sire! The rumors entail that this fellow wears outlandish clothing, is able to utilize Anemo without a vision, and is said to have been the one who drove Stormterror away yesterday!"

"Okay, now it's too interesting." I throw Oz a skeptical look. "A visionless power user that quelled the Stormterror threat. Are you sure you weren't overhearing the drunks at the Angel's Share?"

"Well, I admit that those were the areas where the stories circulated-" Oz mounted my shoulder as I slung my polearm over my back and made my way to exit my home.