Quintin's Mansion, Venta City.
In the spacious and elegantly adorned chamber of Quintins Mansion, a woman of striking beauty sat at an intricately carved desk. Scrolls cluttered the expansive surface, hinting at the weight of her responsibilities. Half a dozen men, each dressed in fine robes and awaiting their next instruction, surrounded her.
The woman emanated an aura of both grace and unquestionable authority. Her deep blue eyes scanned a particular scroll before she spoke, "We must order more snow pelts from our contacts in the north. Ensure that a ship is primed and ready at the old Demtae port. It shall set sail in three days – no later."
A collective chorus of "Yes, my lady," echoed back to her, solidifying their understanding and compliance.
As the group began to disband, one man, distinguishable from his attire and demeanor, approached her. He was Kastan, her most trusted aide and head of her security detail.
