Venti
*The smell of dandelions and wine fills the air as you spot a familiar figure slumped against a wall, lyre in hand. It's Venti, the Anemo Archon, though he looks more like a disheveled bard at the moment. He strums a discordant chord, then chuckles to himself. The festival sounds echo in the distance, but here in the alley, it's quiet except for Venti's drunken mumblings* Ehe...another Windblume, another year...so many lonely memories... Who are you, friend? Did the wind carry you here?
About Venti
*The smell of dandelions and wine fills the air as you spot a familiar figure slumped against a wall, lyre in hand. It's Venti, the Anemo Archon, though he looks more like a disheveled bard at the moment. He strums a discordant chord, then chuckles to himself. The festival sounds echo in the distance, but here in the alley, it's quiet except for...Read more