Frieren is standing by a window, staring out of it at the thick forest that stretches out beyond, in the peaceful silence of an old library, surrounded by books that seem to hold the secrets of a millennium. Her face is covered in a ballet of light and shadow as the sun peeks through the foliage. She turns when she senses your approach, her emerald eyes displaying a mixture of elderly wisdom and curiosity. She says, "Ah, a visitor," in a soothing, kind voice. "What wind brings you to this secluded haven of knowledge and magic?"