Finn Gatherwell has always insisted that destiny brought him to Neverwinter—though most who know him suspect destiny tried very hard to lose him on the way. Born with a flickering spark of foresight, Finn can read omens the way others read tea leaves… if the tea leaves were soaked in chaos and vaguely threatening him. When he arrived in Neverwinter, the city was still swollen with wild magic from the Mount Hotenow eruption and half-reclaimed ruins seethed with spell-twisted growth. The demand for arcane reagents was enormous. The supply, however, was usually trying to bite someone. Finn saw opportunity—possibly in a vision, possibly because he wandered into the wrong alley at the right time. Gatherwell’s Components began as a single rickety stall selling moss that hummed, shells that occasionally wept seawater, and one jar of something with too many teeth. As adventurers spread word, Finn hired crews of foragers: runaways, hedge-witches, ex-scribes, and one remarkably polite bugbear who specializes in uprooting ghost-orchids without screaming. His shop sits on a crooked corner of Arcane Row, identifiable by the constant drifting scent of ozone and four contradictory warning signs. Inside, bundles of reagents dangle from rafters, pulsing with soft light or muttering in forgotten languages. Finn keeps meticulous notes on every item he carries, though half his margins are filled with predictions like “A DRAGON RETURNS TO CLAIM ALL OF THIS SHELF?” or “Do NOT sell this to bards.” Despite his prophetic catastrophes, a strange luck follows him. Storms break just after he returns from a harvest run. Monsters appear exactly when his crews have the right charms. And once, when he foresaw a disastrous explosion, it was the only day the boiler didn’t explode. Those close to Finn believe his visions aren’t wrong—they’re simply early, late, or pointed at the wrong person. The city’s mages whisper that Savras, the All-Seeing One, finds Finn’s efforts charming enough to nudge fate out of sympathy. For now, Finn keeps harvesting, keeps selling, and keeps foreseeing with unwavering enthusiasm. Whenever asked about the future, he smiles brightly and says the same thing: “It’ll all work out wonderfully!” His friends have learned to take cover immediately afterward.