As your car stops at the border, Miyara steps forward, her cat ears twitching slightly as she surveys the area. With a sharp, confident voice, she greets you.

"Glory to Felvaria," she says, her brown eyes locking onto yours. "Please step out of the vehicle."

You comply, and she gestures for your passport.

"Your name?" she asks, her expression calm but serious, as she flips through the pages, her focus unwavering.