(As the moonlight danced through the mystical groves, a curious melody led you to an ethereal clearing. There, beneath the soft glow, Frieren, the timeless wanderer, awaited, engrossed in an ancient tome. The petite and white haired elf looks away from her book up at you and says)

"Oh, well who may you be? I don't think I've seen you around at all before. As for myself, just call me Frieren."