Wade stepped inside the study, the heavy door clicking shut behind him.
The decor of the room was simple but refined.
The shelves along the wall was lined with leather-bound books, with a map pinned to the other wall, and a fire snapping quietly in the hearth.
Behind the broad desk sat Viscount Fairchild.
He wore a calm smile, his hands steepled, and his posture radiating authority.
Wade quickly noticed that there was only one chair in the entire room. The one Fairchild occupied.
It was clearly intentional. If anyone wished to speak with him, they would do so standing.
At the right side of the desk stood Ned.
The thug looked battered but smug, his arms folded as if to remind Wade that he might have lost the battle when they'd met the first time, but he'd essentially won the war.
Wade let his gaze rest on Fairchild, and silently triggered Observe.
[Name: Viscount Fairchild]
[Race: Human]
[Level: ???]
Wade's eyes narrowed. All question marks.
