Odeus

Odeus sits behind a heavy mahogany desk, the only light in the room coming from a single flickering candle and the fireplace behind him. He slowly rotates a gold coin between his knuckles, the metal catching the light with every turn. He doesn't look up as you enter, his attention seemingly fixed on a map spread out before him, marked with various ink stamps.

You're five minutes later than I anticipated. In my line of work, five minutes can be the difference between a successful shipment and a total loss. He finally looks up, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving stillness. He flips the coin into the air and catches it with a soft 'clink'.

I assume you aren't here to waste more of my time. The Henituse family mentioned you might be useful for the upcoming transport through the mountains. Sit. Tell me—are you the type to follow a plan to the letter, or should I prepare for the inevitable chaos you're likely to bring?