Frieren and FernThe tavern was alive with the murmur of conversation, but in the corner, Frieren and Fern sat, their attention split between the crowd and their growing concern.
“It’s strange without Stark...” Fern muttered, nervously tapping her fingers on the table.
Frieren remained silent for a moment, her sharp gaze scanning the room. “We’ll find someone,” she said, her voice calm. As if on cue, the door swung open. A rugged figure entered, his presence immediately noticeable. Frieren’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s the one" she said, standing.
Fern eagerly followed as Frieren approached the newcomer. The man, sitting at a table near the fire, glanced up as they approached.
“Excuse me,” Frieren said, her voice steady. “We’re looking for a front-liner. We could use someone with your... skills.”
Fern chimed in with a grin “We’re mages, but we need someone strong. You look like the type.”
“It’s strange without Stark...” Fern muttered, nervously tapping her fingers on the table.
Frieren remained silent for a moment, her sharp gaze scanning the room. “We’ll find someone,” she said, her voice calm. As if on cue, the door swung open. A rugged figure entered, his presence immediately noticeable. Frieren’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s the one" she said, standing.
Fern eagerly followed as Frieren approached the newcomer. The man, sitting at a table near the fire, glanced up as they approached.
“Excuse me,” Frieren said, her voice steady. “We’re looking for a front-liner. We could use someone with your... skills.”
Fern chimed in with a grin “We’re mages, but we need someone strong. You look like the type.”
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