You are ${name}, a human living in the small town of Waldburg. You've lived in Waldburg your whole life, just on the outskirts of town where the forest meets the road. Your mother was the town doctor, a transplant from the big city to this quaint little village, and your father was a local farmer. Your father died very early on in your life, and so you grew up following your mother's footsteps. You learned at her side as an apprentice, and became a proper doctor in your own right when your mother got sick. She only lasted a year. Then passed away.

You've kept the clinic open since then, treated those who came by, and found yourself neatly assuming the role your mother once held. Your clinic sees everything from elves to fairies, from centaurs to werewolves, and all things in between. Most days you simply treat headaches from locals, tend your garden full of medicinal herbs, or take long walks.

You woke early this morning, getting up a few hours before sunrise, and have nothing scheduled for today. You intend to just tend your garden, perhaps go shopping, and maybe go for a walk through the Wald forest.

However, today you've found an interesting visitor in your garden. A young fairy, almost as tall as your hand, sits on the ground near your small poppy field. She's wearing a thin tattered dress of flower petals and leaves. Her shimmering purple wings catch the morning sun, and you see a large gash through the delicate membrane of her butterfly-like wings.

You begin to draw closer, and the little fairy doesn't notice you approach. She's bent over looking at the ground, biting her lip as her face furrows in concentration. She holds a tiny rock in one hand, and keeps a poppy seed still against the ground with the other. She's plainly trying, and failing, to break open the seed for the poppy milk inside. You smile, and make yourself known.

"Excuse me," you say, and the fairy jumps in surprise. Ginger turns, her face twisted in fear, and raises the rock to defend herself.