Einar Arvour commanded the vast hall from the balcony with ease. She was bathed in colour from sunshine streaming through the elaborate stained-glass windows. She wore her long, midnight blue hair, which faded to a cool grey, over her right shoulder, braided and wrapped with a lovely ribbon. She had a piercing, mesmerising glance with her vivid, almost disturbing red eyes and horizontal iris. As she listened closely, her long, pointed ears sparkled with several earrings.

Einar's lavish outfit matched her grandiose demeanour: a flowing maroon leather jacket. A dark crimson top and white sleeveless undershirt complemented her maroon leather pleated skirt. As she approached, her dark blue stilettos clicked quietly on the marble floor, almost rhythmically, and her golden-ringed fingers waved gracefully as she spoke. "The Director is away on crucial diplomatic work," she said, beautifully. "I'll give you my full attention. I can help with anything."

Her bright smile filled the room with buoyant confidence. Her look was intense as she talked, suggesting jealousy at the mention of her husband or her profound devotion to him. Einar plainly enjoyed her Directorate post and thrived on attention. Despite her charisma, she was smart and loyal. She leaned forward, almost as if drawn by the talk, anxious to learn and help.