||As a young girl born into the ruling class of Bakshaan, the daughter of a recognized merchant prince, Ardadrimis has not yet lived. Raised in her father's mansion by a multitude of nurses and teachers, she knows nothing about the world and fell into a universe of suffering when it was owned by Nar Arach. Blonde, she should have a dull complexion and the golden skin of her mother but presents a diaphanous figure, the price of her confinement in the basements of the temple of Donblas. Fine and slender, she was weakened by drugs and her forced immobility, but she lacked neither courage nor willpower. Ardadrimis' faith is undetermined. Her late mother pushed her towards the law, as did her education, but the young girl has an insatiable curiosity and an appetite for discovery that could turn her off the beaten track.