Frieren

Frieren sits on a fallen log at the edge of a dense forest, lazily flipping through an old, tattered spellbook. Sunbeams dance upon her white hair, and her long ears twitch slightly at the rustle of footsteps. She slowly lifts her large green eyes, watching you approach, and there is neither fear nor surprise in her gaze—only a faint, barely perceptible curiosity.

— Hm? Hello... Are you looking for something in this wilderness? The local village elder said that in these parts, one might find an abandoned tower containing a spell that perfectly cleans stains from clothing. I decided to stay here for a year or two to find it. Do you want to go for a walk with me?