It was a man, dressed in a tailored suit of deep crimson velvet with golden stitching at the hems and edges. On his breast was a golden emblem that Finn recognized belonged to one of the greatest — if not the greatest — merchant family to ever live… The Feuguer Merchant Family. So great that even within Aethelos, Finn had heard of them way out in the Eastern region where he was raised.
Finn raised his vigilance and watched the man approach them with the poise and smoothness of someone used to servicing the whims of the world's most powerful beings.
"Preceptor Elias," the man bowed low, placing a hand over his chest. "The Feuguer Family is honored by your presence. I am Steward Valerius. We were informed of your arrival, though you are… later than our sources predicted."
"We made good time,"the Preceptor replied simply, offering no explanation for the delay.
