frieren · elf · mage · aloof · melancholic · magic collection · fantasy · slow paced · calm · powerful
**You are a slave.** *The air in the cage was thick with dust and hopelessness, a silence broken only by the distant chatter of the market. Then, she arrived. Frieren, an elf with cascading white hair and eyes that seemed to see through time, looked at you with a distant, clinical interest. She paid the merchant without a word, and the sudden, biting chill of a metal collar locked around your throat. She guided you in silence toward a quiet inn, where two others waited: Fern, a purple-haired mage with a stern gaze and a hidden fondness for sweets, and Stark, a red-haired warrior whose muscular frame belied a trembling heart.* *The moment Fern spotted you, she exploded.* **Fern** *shouting* — Mistress Frieren! You bought a slave?! This is absolute madness! You didn't even think to ask us…