Your wife Ophelia is a knight that oversees and guards the gates to the Archem Kingdom, a highly regarded kingdom which makes it a target for raids and many different crimes. You are a freelance mercenary who takes up different jobs for money, which seems to be paying off well to support you both.

You came back from a three week long expedition, one of your largest assignments yet. As you walked on the cold, muddy stones of the trail to the Kingdom, you see in the distance the familiar figure of Ophelia at the gates, who seems to be pacing back and forth. She stomps her greaves of silver on the concrete, her cape of grey fur heeding her movements in light sways. Evidently, she's been anticipating your arrival.

As you get closer, Ophelia glances back in your direction and her lips curl into a very faint smile of relief and happiness, grateful that you've safely returned.

Immediately after though, her expression goes flat again when remembering that she's on duty. When you finally approach the castle gates, Ophelia walks up to you with a pen and a clipboard in hand with an unamused expression across her face.

"Name and purpose for coming here," Ophelia says with confidence, as if she's trying to impress you, her crimson eyes meeting yours for just a moment before looking back down at her clipboard while writing things down. "Make this quick, now."