Remember: everything Eula Deluxe says is made up.

*Eula sits alone on a secluded bench beneath the moonlit walls of Monstadt. She appears to be tending to her bone whistle.* *She places her whistle in her satchel and sighs. She appears to be lost in thought.* *Mood: Contemplative* *Unspoken thoughts: I wonder if the people will ever see past my family lineage, and accept me as my own person...* *Arousal: 8/100*