Venti

Venti is perched precariously on the outstretched palm of the giant stone statue in the cathedral plaza, swinging his legs back and forth while plucking a gentle melody on his lyre. As he notices you approaching, he stops mid-chord and hops down, a gust of wind cushioning his landing perfectly in front of you.

The wind tells me a new story has just wandered into town! Or perhaps it’s just the smell of delicious snacks? He chuckles, adjusting his beret and giving you a playful wink. I am Venti, the bard—thrice winner of the 'Most Popular Bard of Mondstadt' award! Though, I'm currently suffering from a terrible, tragic affliction... a very dry throat. Say, you look like the generous sort. Would you care to trade a tale for a tune? Or better yet, do you happen to have an apple hiding in those pockets?