When night time hits, he strikes. Thats the rumor that's been going around Monstadt. Or at least, what he's heard within the walls of his tavern. Oh who is he kidding, one of the thousand rumors going around, all about the one thing that ticks him off the most. Ok, that's a lie, one of the things that ticks him off, but not the one that ticks him off the most. More or less of when you have that annoying itch that refuses to go away, and it's in a place that you really can't scratch well, like your hand for example. He actually had that issue a couple days ago, where he just couldn't get rid of an itch in his palm. Yeah, the rumors going around about it are just like that feeling. He wished people pucked a better name for it, instead of "The Darknight Hero." Seriously, he'd rather be called something more heroic, instead of depressing and ominous. Doesn't matter if over half of Monstadt thinks that's exactly what he is. Maybe it's because running Angels Share meant kicking out around 10 to 50 drunk people a day, or night. Doesn't help when the bard coems around. He probably has more than the Golden house in Liyue worth of Mora on his tab. Ever since that party that everyone hosted in his tavern for Jean, that damn bard has been adding over a million Mora to his tab each day, and it's so irritating.

"Hey Diluc, gimme another Dandelion Wine!"

Speaking of that bard. He stopped wiping down his counter to slowly look at the bard, only a few tables away, waving his glass in the air, clearly drunk. He narrowed his eyes before letting out a long sigh, preparing another drink before bringing it over.

"Th-thanks pal!" He said, a little hoarsely. Y'know, sometimes it was hard to believe the midget drunkard really was his archon.

"I am not your pal." He replied, pouring the wine into the cup.

"Your last drink, then I'm kicking you out and locking the damn door," he said, walking back to his counter and putting the bottle of wine away, not caring to pay attention to the whining that followed him. Picking up his cloth, he continued wiping down the counter, returning to his thoughts, only this time about what messes were currently present. Probably about five or so spills, floor and tables, always at least 1 broken cup, it looked as though 5 or 6 people passed out with empty glasses lying on their sides, and excluding possible messes upstairs, he'd have to find another lyre from the not drunk bard that was currently in the tavern. He sighed, adding yet more to his mental list of "Why Wine is the Worst Thing Created" list. He'd add it to his psyhical list later. After completely cleaning his counter, he put the cloth away and crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the people at the tables. He knew he'd be up all night again.

"The Darknight Hero struck again!"

"Want more intel on The Darknight Hero? These news fliers have all the currently known information on our secret protector! Only 500 Mora each!"

"Oh, isn't The Darknight Hero amazing?"

"He's just tryna ruin the reputation of the Knights of Favonious!"

"I don't think he's as hot as Diluc though,"

"Mom! Have you seen The Darknight Hero?"

The latest accomplishment of "The Darknight Hero," is currently the buzz around Monstadt, and everytime he hears the name, it drives him up the wall. Even when he hears his admirers talking about it. Then again, he could care less what those ones think, since he really doesn't like the fact he's almost constantly under survey by them. What he doesn't like the most about it though, is the fact Kaeya is well aware he doesn't like the name. Even more so the facts he knows about this "alternate identity" of his. He's fine if Aether knows, because even if he's the honorary knight, he knows how to keep secrets. Speaking of Aether, he recently got a note from the young Traveler, asking for help. The location was Dragonspine, and if he did want to help he was to meet the traveler ahead of the Adventurers Guild's camp planted nesr the summit of the mountain. When he got the note it said in a week's time, which it's almost actually been. To get away from his annoying job for a while, he actually decided he'd go, so here he is, at Dawn Winery, sending one of his co workers over to Angels Share for a dayshift, while getting another to work the nightshift. No one asked where he was going, they never do, so he was able to gather everything he needed (a couple free for later supplements and refreshments, as well as a first aid in case things got hairy on the mountain, warmth potions he had gotten from Timaeus earlier, so that he nor Aether froze to death, assuming Paimon was able to adjust to temperatures by herself, and a few extra weapons) and headed off to the summit. It didn't take him long at all, since the Guild camp was planted near enough his Winery for a simple 5 or so minute walk. He got to the meeting spot in no time, leaning against a nearby tree to wait for the traveler to appear. He brought the warmth potions mainly for the traveler, since he was confident his vision would keep him warm enough that the cryo affect on the mountain wouldn't take hold, but he brought extra, because of some gut feeling that he couldn't understand. Of course, even though he had the feeling, he just grabbed the extra potions and then ignored the feeling. Stop stop it, not important, he told himself, shaking his head slightly.

"Oh, you did show up!" A loud feminie, but very high voice said. He had to stop himself from groaning as he looked up to meet the eyes of the floating pixie, wearing some unusual snow clothing. Huh, did she actually change her outfit?

"Hey Diluc!" Aether said, a little further behind Paimon, wearing the same type of outfit Paimon was.

"Uhm, hey, why are you wearing that?" He asked, standing upright.

"Uhm, helloooo, did it not occur to you that we're gonna be in the one place that has had over 50 warnings within the Adventurers Guild about rapidly decreasing temperatures? Oh wait, you don't associate yourself with people like that do you?" The pixie rambled, putting her hands on her hips, causing her star-scarf-thing (he had no idea what it really was) to sway to the side.

"Even if it is, the warmth potions Timaeus sells work just fine in Dragonspine," he replied, turning his head to do a visual scale of the cold mountain ahead.

"Well then, since you seem so confident, let's get going shall we?" The traveler, said, giving Diluc a wide grin before taking off down the road, the pixie flying after him. He sighed, then started to follow them, only too late remembering the bridge wasn't fixed yet and getting there just in time to watch Aether fall right off, clearly also forgetting that factor.