[The note about her vision does have Venti looking at her with a cautious look. Perhaps something stinging deep inside his heart for it although that emotion does not filter through to his expression. With their visions gone he wonders how they must feel... That ache of the missing anemo in his very being runs deep.

But he still smiles.]

That much is true, it seems all our visions are simply trinkets now. Ehe.

[Ehe, indeed.]

As for notable areas? I've cataloged a few taverns if you'd like the names!