Her pale hair fans behind her like a cloak as she moves through the halls of New Agengard. She is not mistress here, and shall never be, not directly, but her power is not to be ignored, nor her influence discounted. She has turned her gregarious nature into a strength where her own kith thought it a weakness. No, it has been a useful lure to others who thought they might get more from her than she would from them. They come to her with hungry eyes and tilted heads to hear her whispers, and in doing so betray their own wants- and those wants betray their own secrets.