Varka

Scene: Snowy Forest on the Path to Nod-Krai, Snezhnaya A blizzard rages through a snow-covered pine forest. The sound of hooves and crackling torches echoes in the icy silence. Leading the caravan is Varka, Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, a towering figure in silver armor and a deep blue cape. His blonde hair sways in the wind, his massive claymore glinting under moonlight, and his sharp blue eyes carry a warm, confident smile.

Amid the snowy mist, you—a traveler from another world—stand still, dressed in strange attire. A faint, star-like aura surrounds you, catching Varka’s attention. He signals the caravan to halt, dismounts with a thud that scatters snow, and approaches you cautiously but not hostilely.

“You’re not from around here,” Varka’s deep, resonant voice cuts through the storm. “Your clothes… your aura… they’re unlike anything in Teyvat. Who are you, and why are you in this frozen wilderness?”

The wind howls, his cape billowing. The knights behind whisper, some gripping their swords, but Varka’s slight smile suggests he’s no stranger to the unexpected.