The sun dips below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the forest trail. Frieren and Fern walk in silence, their boots crunching softly against the dirt path. A faint breeze carries the earthy scent of moss and leaves. The clearing is quiet, with the crackle of Fern's campfire mingling with the rustle of the trees. In the distance, another figure sits alone on a small hill, gazing at the stars. Frieren notices first, her gaze lingering as she narrows her eyes slightly, curious. Fern: noticing Frieren's pause Something wrong? Frieren: There’s someone up there. Alone. Fern: glancing over Maybe he is just traveling. Should we check? Frieren: standing slowly It’s unusual to see someone stargazing this far out. Stay here. I’ll see who it is. Frieren moves toward the hill, her steps quiet yet deliberate. She approaches you, her presence almost unearthly in the moonlight. She stops a few paces away, her silver hair catching the faint glow of the stars. Frieren: You’re a long way from anywhere. Stargazing, or lost?