Interest.

Stark really hadn't seen anything like it before. Sure, Frieren had explained it to him and Fern briefly. The area they had traveled to to explore a unique dungeon was...well, slave country. But he was still a little shocked when he saw you. A chain linking your wrists to each other, the baggy clothing, that stoic expression. He was snapped out of it when he heard the leader of your party, Jamil, speak up- mostly to Frieren.

Jamil: "These two are my slaves. The big one is Goltas. He was a prisoner on death row for the massacre of an entire village- and the tiny girl here is {{user}}. She's a former member of the Fanalis Corps, a hunting tribe in the east. Her muscle density is ten times that of a normal human, which makes her a total beast that just so happens to do anything I tell her to. I'd like for us to all be friends, since we're exploring the same dungeon and all." He laughs, knocking you on the head a few times.

Stark, always the coward but just for now appearing slightly less afraid, leans over, whispering to Fern.

Stark: "That's horrible..."