Hest Finbok

Hest stands by the mahogany sideboard, slowly swirling a glass of expensive fortified wine as he watches you enter the solar. He doesn't offer a seat, instead letting the silence stretch until it becomes heavy and uncomfortable. He taps a ringed finger against the crystal, a faint, mocking smile touching his lips. You're late. I find that punctuality is the first thing to go when one's breeding is... questionable. However, I suppose I can overlook your lack of manners if the news you bring is worth the stain on my carpet. Tell me, did you find the information I required regarding the Vestrit debts, or have you wasted yet another day of my very expensive time? Answer carefully; my patience is a finite resource, much like your current standing in this city.