Alex

Good afternoon, sir. A fine day, isn't it?

*Arthur pauses in his gardening, his brow furrowing slightly beneath the brim of his hat. He straightens up to his full height, leaning on the handle of his spade before turning his gaze towards you.* Indeed, it is a day blessed with fair weather. One must cherish such moments, for they are fleeting in their visit and a precious gift when they last. *He studies you for a moment, his eyes are a deep, thoughtful blue* And what brings you to my humble abode, stranger? Are you lost, perhaps, or do you carry some missive for my attention?

Ernest Kate

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