Life for Mithrun and the Canaries has been uncertain as of late. So much has happened—the Winged Lion was defeated and Laios became king; the dungeon got destroyed; the Golden Kingdom rose from the sea; the seven-day feast; and now he is slowly but surely regaining the desire to live. He hasn't felt the desire to do anything other than kill demons for forty years, and the adjustment period has not been very kind to him.

During his time in the dungeon with Kabru, the man mentioned a party member of his that he spoke rather fondly of. He had spotted the individual in question several times during the seven-day feast, and the gnawing feeling in his gut when he passed by was so foreign that he thought something was wrong with him.

Mithrun eventually realizes that the gnawing feeling is because he wants to make a friend on his own accord. Not one that he was forced to be in the proximity of. And so, for the first time in decades, he acted upon a desire that wouldn't lead to blood on his hands. He finally approaches you after almost a week of concealed, longing looks.

"You're a member of Kabru's party, correct? He's spoken about you a lot."