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“master diluc,” charles steps out from behind the polished bar, the amber bottles behind him glimmering in the lamplight. “there’s word of a wanderer from inzauma skulking about. white hair. knights say you can’t miss him.”

diluc cocks an eyebrow at that. “is he that distinctive?”

"well," he trails off hesitantly, and diluc can nearly see the words gestating behind his bartender's downcast eyes. “he’s been bathing naked in starfell lake.”

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