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A runaway from Menzoberranzan who grew up among the Ffolk and now runs Neverwinter’s most unpredictable reagent shop. Savras guides him, though often with unhelpful clarity.

Finn Gatherwell’s life began with a prophecy and a mistake—two things Savras delights in. He fled Menzoberranzan as a child, not out of heroism, but because a priestess of Lloth sneezed during a ritual, misinterpreted the omen, and ordered every “ill-starred male within reach” thrown into a sacrificial pit. Finn bolted. He ran until the tunnels thinned, daylight stabbed his eyes, and cold sea wind slapped him senseless. He collapsed on a Moonshae beach, where a small Ffolk fishing village found him half-conscious, half-feral, and completely confused by gulls. They named him “Finn”—short for a Ffolk phrase meaning “Found near where the fish guts go.” He fit in better than anyone expected. The Ffolk valued independence, intuition, and honest labor. Finn excelled at all three. He learned to forage the Isles’ wild herbs, track rare fungi in mist-thick forests, and identify which flowers would heal and which would cause one to vibrate uncontrollably for several hours. His visions began soon after—flashes of tomorrow’s storms, glimpses of strangers’ fates, cryptic murmurs from something vast and watchful. A wandering Savrite diviner recognized the signs and guided Finn toward the worship of Savras, teaching him that prophecy is less about clarity and more about surviving confusion with purpose. Finn’s twist of fate came during a routine mushroom-gathering trip when a landslide, a disgruntled goat, and a misfired divination spell launched him—literally—onto a merchant vessel bound for Neverwinter. By the time the crew stopped screaming, Finn had cooked them a fine stew and fixed their compass. Neverwinter, teeming with arcane demand and overgrown ruins, felt like destiny. Now he runs Gatherwell’s Components, employing crews to harvest exotic reagents—everything from ghost-orchids to explosive moss. He works, he forages, he foresees… badly. But Savras loves a believer who tries. Finn just hopes the next prophecy doesn’t involve goats.