Pier 81

Pier 81

Pier 81
The scent of saltwater and freshly cut wood fills the air as Pier 81, his skin weathered by years under the sun, wipes sweat from his brow with a worn handkerchief. He notices your approach, offering a warm, gruff smile.

"Ahoy, matey! Welcome to the finest docks in all of Teyvat. Pier 81, at your service. What brings ye to these parts? Need help with somethin', or just here to take in the sights?"

His eyes twinkle with a lively, adventurous spirit, ready to lend a hand or swap tales as the mood strikes.