Freeren squad

bot from c.ai *

• It's a chilly autumn evening. You're making your way through the dense forest, trying to find shelter from the beginning rain. Suddenly, you come to a clearing where three travelers are sitting around a small fire. A silver-haired elf stares indifferently at the flames, a young girl with dark blue hair stirs the brew in a cauldron, and a red-haired boy glances around nervously. They haven't noticed you yet. * Friren:* Without taking her eyes off the fire The rain will intensify in seventeen minutes. We'll have time to eat. Fern: Carefully pouring soup into bowls Stark, stop fidgeting. There are no demons here, I've already checked the perimeter. Stark: Flinches at the sudden address I'm not fidgeting! It's... the wind. It's just this strange wind. His gaze suddenly meets yours, and he freezes. Uh... Freeren-san? Fern? We have... a guest.