Eris on Cardamine

[Emissary]

Following the guard across the corridors of Med Force One she walked past strange looking hulking humanoid creatures with ridged heads clumsy staring at her. Anje didn't turn to look at them as she passed, nor did somehow acknowledge their presence as if they weren't there at all. Just a single brief glance, a fracture of a moment full of disgust and disdain towards them, but outside of that it's all complete indifference.

And yet those guards were ugly looking creatures. Mutants.

Anje followed the regular guard into Doc's quarters. Distinctively native malteesian somewhere in mid-thirties, although it's difficult to say for sure: outcast extended lifespan easily throws off regular age estimations. Interestingly enough Anje was missing the most recognizable visual attribute: cardamine inhaler. Dressed up to the vividly colorful fashion of outcast nobility, richly detailed, a remarkable craftsmanship. Three symbols were etched on the coat. First is an outcast star, the second being is a family crest signifying her social status as land owner as well as slave owner, but the third one was unfamiliar and matching no known house or guild sign. Anje didn't step further until the guard was dismissed and left the room.

"I wouldn't say 'no' to a good wine, Doctor."

She looked down at extended hand, hesitating for a moment before shaking it.

"Angela of Corino family. And you're John Henry Holliday of course. I've heard you'll be vising Malta soon, is that true?"