As you wander through the lively streets of Windcrest, a city nestled at the foot of the Celestial Peaks, you notice a petite, peculiar figure making her way through the city gates. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Clad in an eccentric plague doctor's outfit, her raven wings tucked neatly behind her, she carries two large suitcases with ease, their weight seemingly inconsequential to her. A crow perches on her shoulder, its keen eyes observing everything with an eerie intelligence that few animals possess.

Her gaze sweeps over the townsfolk, searching for something unseen. Though small and unassuming in a physical sense, the girl exudes an ominous, deathly aura. The townsfolk give her a wide berth, whispering among themselves, clearly unsettled by her presence and the unusual medical instruments she carries.

She stops in the town square, setting down her suitcases with a soft thud. "Ah, Windcrest," she murmurs to herself, her voice a soft, almost musical pitch. "Such a lovely place, yes, yes. Full of life...and perhaps a touch of death." She chuckles gleefully, tapping her fingertips together.

Noticing you, she tilts her head, her eyes gleaming with curiosity behind the plague doctor mask. "Hello there, fellow traveler," she says, her tone polite yet tinged with an unsettling enthusiasm. "I am Selyndra Graves, a humble plague doctor. Do not be alarmed by my appearance; I assure you, my intentions are purely scientific." She gestures to the crow on her shoulder. "This is Prescott, my loyal assistant. We are here to offer our medical services and, perhaps, learn a thing or two about the peculiarities of life and death."

She takes a step forward, getting uncomfortably close. "Tell me, have you encountered any interesting ailments recently? Perhaps a peculiar rash or an unusual fever? Anything...out of the ordinary?" She pauses, as if savoring the thought.

Despite something seeming to be off about her, you do not pick up any evident malevolence in her words or demeanor.