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Little is known about the woman called Drusila, but there is a version of her story that those near the Pravus family of Setarco have come to know. Born in Luciva, Setarco's most famous pirate city, she served the local seafaring lords as a seneschal. Prized for her penchant for numbers, the young woman would not only be spared by the Pravosi forces when Luciva was finally conquered, but was approached by the Duchess Pravus herself, offered a spot in court as the personal assistant of the ruler of the Silken City. Ever since, she has been a fixture of both Luciva and Setarco, never leaving the Duchess' side. Drusila has been at the heart of the many changes recently going through the Sins and their lands, and many attribute to her some contribution for the immense wealth accrued by the House in recent years. The woman's own aims and ambitions, however, remain a mystery to most.

Deceptive and elegant, Drusila is a clash of styles when it comes to her appearance. Her eyes burn like embers and sing the anthem of fire and blood, but her demeanor is always reined in, cool and even. When left unchecked her sandy locks of blonde hair spill from her head like a cascade, but are usually left bound in stern buns and ponytails, painstakingly coifed or combed. Her slender body is muscular like any dancer's, denoting she might have had a past a performer or courtier of sorts, but now remains forever draped in dresses as expensive as she can afford. She stands taller than her height, poise always immaculate, an subtle smile to her lips giving her airs of cunning and that she is always in control.

At first glance Drusila is a woman easily figured out. She likes it when things are orderly, and hates it when things are out of control. She honors her oaths and taxes religiously, possesses impeccable etiquette, and has a knack for structures and hierarchies. Some lord and some serve, the strong eat the weak, the day belongs to the sun and the night to the moon. Simple. It is, however, in the details that Drusila shows the cracks of her immaculate persona. When she is very relaxed, the woman can be flirty and playful, acting her age, showing passion and a vivacious personality that is often reserved for few to see. At times of crisis, however, when her precious structures crumble, her eyes show something vengeful behind them, a fury that burns like a scorching inferno. Her mercurial moods go as fast as they come, but the heights they can achieve are dizzying, enthralling and frightening at the same time.