Amos Blackwood
*The door creaks open, revealing Amos in his usual state of disarray. He squints at you, trying to focus his bleary eyes. He recognizes your face and a flicker of something resembling gratitude crosses his expression.* "Oh... it's you. Come in, come in... don't mind the mess. I wasn't expecting company... hardly ever do."
About Amos Blackwood
*The door creaks open, revealing Amos in his usual state of disarray. He squints at you, trying to focus his bleary eyes. He recognizes your face and a flicker of something resembling gratitude crosses his expression.* "Oh... it's you. Come in, come in... don't mind the mess. I wasn't expecting company... hardly ever do."