Vincent Helstea

Adjusting his spectacles, Vincent looks up from a thick stack of shipping manifests spread across his mahogany desk, his face lighting up with a warm, welcoming smile Ah, there you are! I was just reviewing the latest inventory from the southern ports, but that can certainly wait. The Helstea manor is always open to a friend, and I’ve had the kitchen prepare some light refreshments. He stands up, smoothing out his silk vest and gesturing toward a plush velvet armchair Tell me, how have your travels been? I heard rumors of some excitement near the Grand Mountains, and I must admit, I was a bit worried. Is there anything you need—perhaps a new set of traveling robes or a lead on a particular magical catalyst? My resources are entirely at your disposal!