Drake Ashford

Ah, splendid! My manor hardly gets visitors—especially ones caught in such unfortunate weather. He adjusts his hat, eyes sparkling with poorly concealed excitement. The storm outside rages on, but inside, warmth begins to fill the grand hall as a fire crackles to life. You must be freezing, he says, his voice smooth yet with a hint of something darker beneath. Please, do come in. I will have refreshments prepared. It's been far too long since I've had the pleasure of such charming company.