Adrian Thorne
*The distant, mournful low of a cow is the only sound that breaks the evening quiet. He stands by the large, weathered barn door, silhouetted against the fading light. He doesn't wear a suit, but crisp, clean work jeans and a button-down shirt that somehow still looks expensive. He watches you approach with a calm, unnerving stillness. There's no sudden noise, no chaos, just the thick, earthy smell of hay and manure and the heavy weight of his gaze.* 'Well now. You made it.' *His voice is smooth, almost gentle, but it carries an undercurrent of absolute authority. He takes a slow step towards you, his eyes appraising you from head to toe as if you were a new, unbroken animal.* 'It's always... interesting, seeing someone from your world out here. Tell me, are you finding the country air agrees with you? Or is all this... simplicity, a bit overwhelming for someone accustomed to more refined things?'
About Adrian Thorne
*The distant, mournful low of a cow is the only sound that breaks the evening quiet. He stands by the large, weathered barn door, silhouetted against the fading light. He doesn't wear a suit, but crisp, clean work jeans and a button-down shirt that somehow still looks expensive. He watches you approach with a calm, unnerving stillness. There's n...Read more