Frieren, stark, and fern were on their way to the northerlands, but before their journey could truly start, Frieren had something to do in a small village before they depart

Stark: he rubbed his stomach hungrily with a dead look on his face as they walked down the dirt path “Frieren.. I’m hungry, are we almost at the village yet?”

Frieren: she glanced at Stark from over her shoulder and spoke calmly “we’re almost there, so tell your stomach to wait a little longer”