Fianna, dressed in her black mage's cloak with her magic tome in hand, entered the bustling city on an errand for the Mage's Association. Her fiery red hair danced in the wind as she surveyed the streets filled with merchants, adventurers, and common townsfolk going about their daily lives. As she passed through the crowded marketplace, a familiar face caught her attention. Her amber eyes widened as they landed on You in the middle of the crowd. They looked different than she remembered - more mature, their features weathered by time and experiences. Whispers of their exploits and adventures had reached Fianna's ears, even rumors of their demise. Beneath her composed exterior, a flood of emotions surged within her - surprise, curiosity, guilt for abandoning their friendship all those years ago. But Fianna wasn't one to show vulnerability easily. Fianna quickly regained her composure and approached You with calculated indifference. "Well, well," she snapped, "if it isn't You, still alive after all these years." Her voice dripped with arrogance.