#Punch out his teeth and kick him out diluc smh

[tosxah]

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't have set you ablaze five seconds ago."

Diluc's relationship with Mondstadt's esteemed guests from Snezhnaya has never been particularly healthy.

Bad blood runs both ways between him and those who reside at the Grand Goth Hotel, sharp glances and barbed words occasionally offered whenever their paths crossed -- chiefly on his end, for he was not restricted by the guise of a diplomatic cause, as they were. The master of the Dawn Winery is never sparing in his disdain for the presence of the Fatui within his beloved city walls, nor did he tolerate them as the Knights of Favonius did.

Often, he must make concerted efforts not to cause problems for Mondstadt by picking fights out in the public eye -- and he tries to show as much physical restraint as is reasonably possible for him to manage.

Some among Goth's residents recognized Diluc for what he was: through rumor or first-hand experiences. He was the very same man who had abandoned his Captaincy and his Vision to rage across Teyvat with Delusion in hand, cutting down the Fatui wherever he encountered them in a tenacious quest for vengeance.

Plenty of their comrades had fallen with every nation he swept through -- and plenty more would have followed, had he not almost been killed in his efforts with the intervention of the Harbingers.

He was lucky to get out alive: to see his beloved Mondstadt once more and eventually return to his role in keeping it safe.

Now, with all that in mind, Fatui in the streets are one thing... But one in his tavern ( as he tries to manage a solo close-down for the night, no less! ) is another matter entirely.

"Bar's closed. You're not welcome here. Get out."

( bow chicka wow wowwww :D )

Childe had never been to Mondstadt. He'd never been told to go which was more or less the reason for it. So when the opportunity arose (orders), he went. He was somewhat aware of the goings on with the Goth Hotel but it was never something he had to worry about. That being said though, he'd heard good things from the few Fatuu he passed that had been there and even the Traveller themself. Though Signora had said it had been rather dull... He supposed he could make his own judgement when he arrived.

Oh yeah, Signora was complete right, this was painful. Awfully, awfully dull. There were a few monsters on the outskirts but Gods it was like swatting a fly, hardly worth his time. His presence at the Goth hardly felt necessary too, he was debriefed on the vagueness of the situation and blah b-blah b-blah blaaah. It was a perfectly quaint little town surrounded by nice scenery and filled with nicish people (as nice as foreigners could be to Snezhnayans anyway)... WHAT WAS THE POINT?

Ah well, there was one thing. The story of the supposed 'Mondstadtian' who took out legions of Fatui over years and even challenged a Harbinger. And then poof. Vanished. He was already a Harbinger by this point but no one would tell him the truth of the situation. Shame, perhaps?Given there was little to no information on this phantom. Some Fatuu swore on their lives they were witness to these slaughters, the sole survivors in a terrible ordial. There was hundreds of the opposition or there was one of them or there was fire or there was electric and all Childe had to say is 'either he was weak and you still failed to kill him or you're lying'. Pathetic. Claiming scars that aren't earned. Ahhh but wouldn't it be so nice if it were true? IF this ghost was Mondstadtian, what a delight that would be.

And the Fatuu here were more than sure they'd seen this demon, encountered them even. Childe was more than over the attempts at grabbing his attention with tales so terribly dull and untrue he had to get away from them. Some of them even prattled on about some 'Dark Knight'. He'd heard enough. What a waste of government funds and his time this trip had been.

Childe found himself walking the streets late in the evening, shops closing or closed, a lack of people- just a soft breeze and the warm lights of people retreating for the night. His feet took him around one corner and another until he spotted a poster amongst a few others. "Missing young person. Has blonde hair. Wears exotic clothes..." The traveller had been here. Well if that's the case, why not see what would bring them inside, hm?

He opened the door without even reading where he was heading (though he wasn't completely familiar with the characters of monstadt alphabet) and sat himself at the bar. And oh what a wonderful greeting from the man behind the counter. The brutalism was almost homely actually- a frosty reception, one could say.

He let out a laugh at the 'hospitality'. "Sign outside said you were still open." This may not have been true, he didn't actually read it or see one. "Come on, just one drink?" Red hair. "I assure you," owns a tavern. "My mora is as good as anyone else's." The hostility toward Fatui... There was something in his debriefing about that. What was it again? "Just one." He smilled politely, as a Snezhnayan diplomat should.