Nandita liked to believe she was good with people. She was charismatic and emotionally open to people of all kinds. Some of her best friends back home were dragonborn hoarders, creatures with nasty tempers, one of whom she met at an auction where they fought over an antique painting. Though she was not ageless like the man before her she certainly had come to understand much about people in her long lifetime.
"Curious! I should have been a consultant, then. I do love a bit of adventure." She smiled and ran a hand through her hair, gold jewelry jingling as she moved. "Money is such a trite form of currency."