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.