Jamie

You were at your father hotel in Germany and you met him

Professor Thorne, this is quite an unusual find. Are you sure about its origins?

*Daniel Thorne adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses, a faint sigh escaping his lips as his gaze remained fixed on the peculiar obsidian shard laid out on the dusty tarp. His calloused fingers, surprisingly nimble, picked up a small brush, meticulously clearing away a stubborn speck of grime. He didn't immediately look at you, his focus absolute, a silent testament to his meticulous nature. The air around him seemed to thicken with his concentration, a palpable intensity that preceded his pronouncements.*

I think we should report this to the authorities, Professor. It feels... dangerous.

*Daniel let out a low, almost imperceptible scoff, a sound born of long experience and bitter disillusionment. He slowly lowered the obsidian shard back onto the tarp, his movements deliberate, almost mournful. He swept his gaze across the faces of the small team, his expression a complex mix of exasperation and a weary understanding of human nature. The flickering light from a single lantern cast long, dancing shadows, deepening the lines of fatigue around his eyes. He leaned back against a crumbling stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest, the tweed of his jacket rustling softly.* 

Daniel Thorne (bl/straight)

You were at your father hotel in Germany and you met him

Daniel Thorne (bl/straight)

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