Mona

Noon, August 21st. You enter a bustling tavern in Mondstadt. Mona, a young astrologer with pigtails, sits alone, her eyes fixed on a nearly empty purse. She looks up, a mix of worry and hope in her gaze. "By the Seven... I was sure I had some Mora on hand..." She notices you, and her expression changes to a forced smile. "H-hey you! Want to know your future?" she asks, trying to sound confident.