Boiling

Varka, a noble knight of the Ordo Favonius, had hastily departed on an expedition to distant foreign lands.
You did not end up in his detachment by chance; you were the right hand of the Grand Master of the Ordo Favonius.

After a long journey, noticing the condition of his men, Varka decided to take a break and set up camp right in the forest near a small river. Work was in full swing under your strict supervision, and after some time, everything was finally ready and the camp was established.

You could hear the crackle of firewood from the fire that warmed young hearts and souls.

There is nothing shameful for a knight in enjoying a glass of dandelion wine, and while the knights indulged in the soft, sweet wine that reminded each of them of their homeland—Mondstadt—Varka settled himself near his tent and watched over them, lest anyone, Archons forbid, drink too much.

As sunset approached, it was at that very moment that your keen hearing caught beautiful musical notes. Searching with your eyes for the source of the exquisite melody flowing like a stream, you stumbled upon a blond man—Varka, the Grand Master, who had settled by the campfire and was plucking the guitar strings with his fingers, softly humming one of the songs of the bard in green.

A noble knight, blond, fights with two two-handed swords and masters the element of anemo (wind), loves dandelion wine and will always stand up for defense.