You observe her very carefully as you approach, with more senses than even most Wizards could boast. Your impression from years earlier is unchanged, she's definitely no Vampire, but there are hints of energies to her that definitely aren't normal. Two types of energies, actually, swirling around each other in a way sure to result in Dhar if they were the Winds you were familiar with. But these are even more exotic; they have the tang of the Divine, one very familiar, one not. "Wouldn't have missed it, your Majesty," you say. "It's been some time since we last crossed paths."
She waves a hand in what most would take to be a dismissive gesture, but you can faintly see the energies radiating off it and encompassing the room. "Back in Nachthafen. Wonderful place, or at least it was for me. If you'll forgive me for mangling a phrase, better to rule in Sylvania than to serve in Reikland."