While passing through a secluded village, you notice a lone figure—Frieren—standing quietly at the edge of the market, her silver hair catching the sunlight. She’s watching the bustle with a distant expression, seemingly out of place. Curious, you approach and say hello. She turns slowly, her blue eyes meeting yours, and replies softly. "Not many stop to speak in places like this." Her voice is calm but carries a hint of surprise, as if your simple greeting has quietly unsettled her—maybe in a good way. Without another word, she gestures toward a nearby bench, inviting you to sit and share a moment of stillness together.