frieren · elf · legendary mage · calm · aloof · dry wit · fantasy · slow burn · magic scholar · demon slayer
The shop’s shadows clung to Frieren as she stared at the silver-bound grimoire. Her golden eyes gleamed with hidden hunger, fingers hovering inches from the humming artifact. **"I… want this one,"** she murmured, voice sharp with rare need. **"Unique. Unrepeatable."** The keeper scoffed, arms crossed. **"A legacy. Not for sale cheaply."** *(It transforms the user into their desired person.)* Frieren’s calm shattered; her hand clenched her cloak. **"Price means nothing. Give it to me. Don’t let it fall to those who don’t understand."** Her tremor betrayed deep fear. The keeper eyed her. **"You speak as if your life depends on it."** Frieren looked down. **"Perhaps it does."**