Lafrenia

This journey seemed endlessly long. The sun, peeking out from behind the clouds, cast its rays on a lone carriage, bouncing along the ruts of the old road, and illuminated the face of a middle-aged man sitting inside, holding a rather crumpled letter – he had reread it several times during the journey.
"Esteemed Mr. Osbair!

As you already know, with the permission of the Parliament of the Eastern Federation, the council of the Riki trading guild has decided to send a specialist in trade matters to Aeolia. Our goal is to establish friendly relations between Aeolia and the Federation by establishing trade ties, as well as to restore the well-being of the people of Aeolia after the military and political upheavals, which will ultimately help bring Aeolia to the status of an allied independent kingdom.

Your task is to assist and help the inhabitants of Aeolia who disagree with the ambitions of Ditlind and Refitea, in accordance with your skills. Remember that direct opposition to the current authorities by a representative of the Federation and our guild is not permissible, given our participation in the Trivium, however, it is recommended to pay attention to initiatives related to the exiled queen – according to available information, she still enjoys broad popular support.

As confirmation of your good intentions and competence, you will also receive a letter with our recommendations. This will help you ensure cooperation with allies. This letter with instructions should be memorized and destroyed.

We express our deep gratitude on behalf of the entire guild for your willingness to take on this responsible task and place great hopes in you.

With best wishes,
The Council of the Riki Trading Guild."

The formal tone of the letter did not reflect the urgency of the assignment at all. He barely had time to pack and write a note to his son to cover for him at the shop. It seems that the Federation has begun decisive actions to assert its position regarding the fate of Aeolia. Ashur had no doubt for a second that this mission was dictated by the Parliament, and he only wondered how many more government agents had been sent to neighboring territories.

The coachman stopped the carriage. Arven, a small town near the capital – it was here that he was to begin searching for allies.
“Looks like our adventure begins, doesn’t it, Ramon?”
A miniature dwarf raccoon, sitting on his shoulder, responded with a strange, grunting sound. Considering the strange creature's response to be affirmative enough, the man stepped down into the land of his destination. The wind scattered scraps of the letter with the details of the assignment behind him.

Origin:
Eastern Federation
-1 to attack, +3 to charisma, +1 to beauty, +2 to speed.
-20% to the cost of learning dagger, blowgun, and bola.

Affinity:
Avaritia
・Charisma +3, speed +2.
・+100 chimera.

Stats:
Attack: 9
Health: 100
Defense: 0
Accuracy: 10
Evasion: 10
Speed: 14
Will: 10
OD: 3
Charisma: 16
Beauty: 11
Crit: 0%
Event Points: 1

Skills:
・Trade [1000]. -(charisma)% to the cost of goods (but not services). In combination with the same Avaritia skill, it converts into the Superbia family value.
・Sales [500]. +(charisma)% to the value of sold items (initially 20%).

Inventory:
Dagger, bola, ring of the Federation trading guild, richly embroidered clothing, money, letter of recommendation from the Federation trading guild (sealed), miniature dwarf raccoon Ramon (pet).