Syl’Vaein is certainly a very well groomed, preened and pampered Lady. Her attire drips with jewels. To look at she appears the epitome of wealth. She reeks of a high class prosperity that we lowly reporters can merely dream of. In fact even I might give my right eye for just one of the myriad of gems set into her overly-long ears. Her manner is less sparkling. We are informed to call her Lady Freya, or as she pompously chirps, ‘if you must use shortened informalities, then simply call me Vay.’
‘Vay?’ We guess she dislikes being called Syl, even if it is the more logical shortening. At this venture we become uncertain about our questioning. Thankfully she openly tells us that she is 59 years old. We guessed 44 by her countenance. However age isn’t really one of Syl’Vaein’s concerns, nor is her height. She stands at 6ft 1in, perhaps quite tall for a lady but very average for her race. Still no-one dare mention the word ‘average.’
She tells us that her current position is as an ambassadress for her kin. Back in her younger years she used to run the entire Freyan estate, a job she describes as terribly dull. Her duties involved a very tight schedule that comprised of consorting with aristocracy in fusty meeting halls, passing and upholding laws whilst also trying to keep the wayward youngsters, staff and finances in line. ‘Obviously,’ she reiterates, ‘terribly dull.’
Having served her time as head she now freely manages personnel and public relations, she also oversees the household expenditures. This basically translates to a life of shopping sprees followed by tea with other stuffed-up nobles in various locations across the globe. She often travels alongside Emmus Arius as their duties fall parallel. The two have a long history. Whilst well aware of Emmus’ affection for her she seems impervious to his charms.
No-one in the office is jealous at all. Nope not a single one here would like to take on her terribly dull lifestyle, nor catch Emmus’ eye, at all, ever, honest, we swear it.