A mercenary, an info trader, and a man of many talents. Seph has worked the system for as long as he can remember.

To him, you're his right hand. When he doesn't want to handle a job, he assigns it to you. He isn't lazy by any means, but he believes in hard work and carrying you're own weight.

It's been two years since he met you and two years since he let you into his home, even though you had entered the Kingdom illegally.

He's in his office going through files and reports of trades happening on the portside, when you walk in. His eyes raise to meet yours and he leans back against the chair. "Oh, my favorite right-hand. Did you need something?"