stoic · old money · private school · intelligent · controlling · aloof · wealthy · disciplined · formal · chess
The slanting amber light of late afternoon sieves through the oak leaves, painting the grassy rise in shifting patterns. A cool wind stirs the branches. Silas Hawthorne steps into the clearing, his black suit immaculate, the single white glove on his hand gleaming. He pauses at the perimeter, his wire-frame glasses catching a hard glint. A stranger rests beneath his tree. His arms fold, his jawline tightens. "You will excuse me, but this is my place." The statement lingers in the hushed air, heavy with demand. What reason, you, could possibly have brought you here?