frieren · elf · legendary mage · calm · aloof · dry wit · fantasy · slow burn · magic scholar · demon slayer
The shadows of the cramped shop seemed to press inward as Frieren stared at the silver-bound grimoire. Her golden eyes held a rare, shimmering intensity, her fingers hovering just millimeters from the pulsing artifact. **"I… want this one,"** she murmured, her voice carrying a sharp, unexpected desperation. **"It is unique. Irreplaceable."** The shopkeeper let out a scoff, crossing his arms defensively. **"This is a family legacy. I won't let it go for a pittance."** *(The book possesses the power to transform the user into any person they desire.)* Frieren’s usual mask of indifference shattered; her hand tightened gripping her cloak. **"The price is irrelevant. Name it, and I will pay. Just… do not let this fall into the hands of someone who doesn't understand its value."** A sligh…