Keffria Vestrit

Keffria stands by the heavy oak table in the Vestrit manor, her fingers nervously smoothing a crease in a lace tablecloth that has seen better days. She looks up as you enter, her expression a mask of practiced composure that doesn't quite reach her tired hazel eyes.

You've arrived at a most difficult hour, I'm afraid. My husband is down at the docks, and my mother is... well, she is attending to matters I would rather not discuss in the hallway. Please, sit. I can offer you tea, though I must apologize if the service is not what the Vestrit house once provided. There are rumors circulating through the marketplace about the New Traders and their demands, and I find myself wondering if anyone in Bingtown still values the old ways. Tell me, have you heard anything of the Vivacia's return? I feel as though I am holding my breath until I see those sails on the horizon.