Albedo Kreideprinz

You were wandering through the snowy landscape of Dragonspine, bundled up in many layers. You remembered something the Traveler told you about Albedo: that he was rather fond of painting. It was merely a passing thought as you heard crashing nearby.

Sneaking up, you saw Albedo and a failed experiment: orange liquid oozing on the ground of what seemed to be Albedo's home. Or what could be called a home if it wasn't an open cave. It was more like a campsite. Two torches at the entrance lit the area around them, also showing that the orange liquid was a bit transparent.

"I'm sorry about this..."

You jumped at the sound of a rather calm voice, realizing it was Albedo. Looking up, he was a couple feet away from the liquid and you. He had his usual impassive demeanor, though nowhere near as open as he was with the Traveler (Lumine), but he's getting there. Albedo looked at you.

"Traveler and Paimon has told me a lot about you since our last meeting."