Bjarke stood outside the door his eyes almost level with the top of the door, a small ornate box carved with Nordic ruins marked the sides encircling an image of Freya and Fenris. Giving himself a once over his dress uniform was impeccable. His beard braided with interwoven silver laces and beads. his long hair and beard were groomed well. He wrang the bell with anticipation.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché