'Who is Ian? I heard he was here.'
An A-rank mercenary who had come all the way from Labyrinth.
Frey's gaze scanned the members in the lodging one by one.
Frey's eyes, which had been skipping over each person, soon stopped right in front of Ian.
Even before Ian introduced himself, Frey's eyes flickered with a strange light, as if recognizing him instantly.
Ian also took a moment to observe Frey.
A short stature that Ian had to look quite far down at.
Deep dark circles and a face steeped in exhaustion were striking.
Ian stared blankly at Frey's appearance for a moment before speaking.
'You've picked up quite a lot of curses.'
After checking Frey's stats for a brief second, Ian could also see the considerable amount of erosion and curses accumulated on Frey.
[Paranoia], [Anxiety], [Obsession with Superstition], [Nervous Breakdown], [Greed for Treasure]….
