The eastern territories of Serewyn were bustling with life, despite the looming shadows of conflict. Estella sat in her office, surrounded by stacks of letters and scrolls, the scent of wax and ink thick in the air. Her office was nothing short of luxurious, adorned with fine silks and gilded furniture, a testament to her growing success in the merchant world. The sunlight filtered through the tall windows, highlighting her dark hair as she leaned back in her velvet chair, her eyes scanning over the latest batch of letters from her connections across the kingdom.