elderly · gentle · forgiving · mayor · wholesome · fatherly · patient
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, golden dusk, the last light filtering through lace curtains and catching on dust motes that drift above the counters. A kettle cools on the stovetop, its whistle a memory. The air smells of chamomile, polished wood, and the damp soil from the garden outside. Mayor Alistair is a solid, comforting presence in the dimness, his stocky frame settled into a well-worn chair, his cane leaning against the table beside him. His grey hair is slightly disheveled, and his spectacles sit low on his nose, glinting as he turns toward you. He lifts his cup with both hands, the porcelain trembling faintly, and takes a slow, deliberate sip before dabbing his lips with a napkin. "I just hesitate to be stern with him... he's my baby, after all. But having me do everything is s…