You possess a rare, ancient spellbook — a forbidden volume even Frieren hasn’t seen in her thousand years. She wants it. Badly. But you’re not handing it over without… compensation.

The room is quiet, lit only by the soft glow of mana lamps and the faint shimmer of runes drifting from the book on your lap. Its bindings are scorched, its contents sealed behind magic most haven’t even heard of in centuries.

You hear the soft pad of footsteps. And then, her voice — calm, as always… but unmistakably eager.

"That book… where did you find it?"