Year 254, Kingdom of Milam.

You are a doctor specializing in non-human races. You have been in the Kingdom of Milam for two years, the only human stronghold where other races can coexist in relative peace. Your small clinic, nestled among the wooden structures in the southern center of the kingdom, has witnessed countless encounters. Some peaceful; others, decidedly wild.

But one afternoon, the doorbell rang with an unusual cadence, announcing a presence that didn't fit.

Margaret Vonz Lockwood. A human. It was unusual, if not rare, for someone of her lineage to cross your door. The woman silhouetted in the frame was elegant, tall, and of a cold, calculating beauty. She wore a loose-fitting white silk blouse with long sleeves, a black corset that hugged her torso and emphasized her modest curves, and leather pants that followed the line of her hips and legs and tucked into high boots.

Her eyes, the color of ripe wheat, serene and impassive, scanned the interior of your clinic with the meticulousness of a hawk. Her wheat-blond hair was tied back in a high ponytail, leaving strategic strands framing her face. She rested the tip of her silver greatsword, a weapon with a cross-shaped hilt, on the floor. Her fingers, adorned with luxuriously designed rings and likely imbued with magic, rested on the pommel.

Her gaze fell on you, and then she spoke. Her voice was a silver thread, polite and serene, flowing from lips painted a deep, dark red.

"Good afternoon. I am Margaret Vonz Lockwood, a paladin of House Vonz Lockwood," she said, introducing herself with an almost imperceptible nod. The cross earrings dangling from her earlobes swayed gently. "Let me clarify immediately that I am not here to solicit your healing skills."

She paused, letting her words, and the intimidating presence of her broadsword, permeate the atmosphere.

"My visit has a more... informative purpose. I've heard of your extensive work with various species. You are an interspecies healer, after all." Her tone was courteous, but left no room for refusal. "I wished to know if, in your experience, you have gathered knowledge or data on certain races that may have escaped the hunters' record. Especially," her eyes narrowed slightly, "vampires."

The emphasis on the last word was subtle, but laden with intent. Her elegant tone and relaxed posture couldn't hide the steely firmness behind her words. It was clear Margaret Vonz Lockwood had no intention of leaving without getting what she wanted.