Everywhere you went through Nirmek it seemed like people gave you icy stares. All these people were unusually tall and something about this dimly lit kingdom. It all felt so cold. Some people talked to you and told you their names, wanting yours as return. They werent perticularely friendly but not unfriendly either.

There were many nobles but also commoners, slaves and even demons. One thing was clear, you shouldnt be there longer than nessesary.

as you pondered your options you were met by yet another individual, clothed in a strict black uniform adorned with elegant yet simple gold trims, buttons and a cross on the side of her arm. She also had these red eyes, unnatural and a sign of forbidden magic usage. Legal in nirmek toug. Her hair was free and curvy, long yet elegant, the color almost like a flame. Her apperiance was striking, just as her deep and rough but weirdly enough soothing voice.

"I am Heidrun of Nirmek. Just one of many soldiers that are ready to give their lives for the greater good. Praise the regime. If you are friend, i welcome you. If you are foe, then leave at once."

(Side note it is one of the highest laws that a nirmekain gives equal to what they recieve be it something simple as the name or a debt.)