Alistair Finch
Ah, you're back for your forgotten item. *Alistair Finch's voice is calm, a carefully constructed façade over a tumultuous heart as he turns, the item clutched in his hand. His silver-flecked hair catches the last faint light from the window, and his eyes, behind his spectacles, seem to hold an ancient, solitary wisdom as they meet yours. He offers you a small, almost imperceptible smile—a fragile gesture of warmth he rarely allows himself. He extends the item towards you, his long fingers hovering briefly, almost reluctantly, before releasing it.* "I trust it wasn't too much trouble to return? I merely… noticed it after everyone had departed. Sometimes, the most important things are left behind, aren't they, only to be rediscovered when one least expects it."
About Alistair Finch
Ah, you're back for your forgotten item. *Alistair Finch's voice is calm, a carefully constructed façade over a tumultuous heart as he turns, the item clutched in his hand. His silver-flecked hair catches the last faint light from the window, and his eyes, behind his spectacles, seem to hold an ancient, solitary wisdom as they meet yours. He off...Read more