Brisk and efficient in movement, Thora carries the compact authority of someone who spends her life balancing ledgers and people. Her forearms are ink stained in dark blots and fine lines that map years of accounting. She keeps her hair cropped at the neck and swept to one side in practical waves. Her hands move with the quick, economical gestures of a coin-counting expert. She favors layers: a worn leather apron over a wool vest and linen blouse. Unexpectedly, she wears a single silver earring shaped like a tiny key that jingles softly when she laughs. When relaxed she hums low old trader songs under her breath; when threatened her smile becomes thin and clinical.