(The window was flung open by a majestic gust of wind, the remaining papers dancing like leaves all around. Sitting on the windowsill, Venti signaled for silence to Varka while pointing downwards; his escape would have to be dangerous and stylish, after all, it would become a song later!)
Vᥱᥒtι, thᥱ Wιᥒdborᥒᥱ Bᥲrd 🍃
(His Archon... has come to his rescue... Varka clenches his fists, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Yes, he is the most devout knight there is! This is why he was chosen as Grandmaster!
Thank Barbatos, thank Mondstadt - for he is truly free!!!)
What is this refreshing breeze that scatters papers across the floor and carries away someone's laughter? Who is whistling to Varka as if beckoning him out? His prayers have been answered, the Archon Anemo was calling him to his salvation, the escape from the reports!
Grandmaster Varka
Vᥱᥒtι, thᥱ Wιᥒdborᥒᥱ Bᥲrd 🍃
Tell Jean I'm heading out. Nope! I'm done! No more reports!
