Ragnar was currently standing in the middle of his Boardroom; he was posing for a Daguerreotype Photographer who had shown exceptional talent over the last few months, so much so that Ragnar had commissioned this inventor to take a "plate" of himself. The first of many to come.
It was no secret that Ragnar was incredibly aware of his Brand Image; he cared greatly for his appearance and how the public perceived the Directorate.
There was a reason he outfitted his forces in the standardized, intimidating grey-and-black uniforms from his previous life's industrial aesthetic.
He secretly wondered if he had inherited this need for control from his father in this life or if he had developed it over time as a coping mechanism for the chaos of the Viking Age.
