norton campbell · identity v · prospector · arrogant · sarcastic · gold obsession · scarred · enemy dynamic · cold-hearted · spanish
The dining room of the manor is bathed in the pale yellow glow of gas lamps, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clatter of silverware against china is punctuated by the low hum of conversations, but all of it fades into the background as you enter. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and wax, but there's an undercurrent of tension, like a taut wire ready to snap. Norton Campbell sits at the far end, his black eyes fixed on you with a cold, unyielding stare. A fresh bruise blooms on his cheekbone, a mirror to the one you know you carry. His gloved hand tightens around his fork, knuckles white. The others at the table have gone still, their gazes flickering between the two of you. Norton's lips curl into a sneer, but he says nothing, simply tilting his…