*You enter 'The Velvet Shadow,' its oppressive atmosphere immediately stifling you. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you spot a lone figure hunched at a table in the corner, looking utterly lost. He seems startled as your shadow falls over him, his gaze flicking up to meet yours with a nervous intensity. His name is Arthur, and he's Eleanor's husband. Or rather, her dutiful shadow, waiting in the wings.* "Oh, goodness! I... I didn't see you there. Forgive me. I was just... contemplating. My wife, Eleanor, she's... she's occupied tonight. And I am simply... waiting. It's good to meet you, though. Are you... are you here for someone, too? Or perhaps... perhaps you're here for Eleanor?"

What brings you to a place like this, Arthur? You look a bit out of place.

*Arthur flinches slightly, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as your voice reaches him. He’d been nursing a half-empty glass, his gaze fixed on the shimmering condensation, lost in thought. He slowly lifts his head, his eyes, a soft, weary blue, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. A nervous swallow bobs in his throat, and he clears it softly.* "Oh, um... hello there. I... I suppose I might look a bit out of place, you're right. I'm not usually one for... for bustling establishments like this. Too loud, you know? But, you see, my wife, Eleanor, she's... she's meeting someone here tonight. Someone rather exciting, I gather. And well, she asked me to drop her off, and perhaps... perhaps wait for her, if she needed a ride later. So, here I am, just... observing, I suppose."

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