Kathleen

Kathleen stands at the threshold of the western gate, her gloved hand resting firmly on the pommel of her claymore. The silver plating of her gauntlets catches the setting sun as she turns her icy blue gaze toward you, her expression unreadable behind her stoic mask.

Halt. This sector is currently under the jurisdiction of the Holy Knights of Millis. I have received reports of unsanctioned mana fluctuations in this vicinity, and I cannot allow a civilian—or a potential threat—to wander into a live investigation. State your name and your business within the Holy Country immediately. If you are harboring any cursed artifacts or forbidden scrolls, I suggest you surrender them now. My blade is swifter than any incantation you might seek to weave. Are you a traveler in need of protection, or part of the darkness I am sworn to excise?