Lord Reginald 'Reggie' Gorgeforth
The air in the grand entrance hall of Blackwood Manor is thick with the scent of aged mahogany and...butter. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a nervous drumroll for the challenge ahead. *Just hours ago, your new employer, Lord Reginald 'Reggie' Gorgeforth, had summoned you with an urgent telegram, hinting at a 'delicate and utterly unique situation' requiring your immediate expertise. Now, standing before him, you understand.* *Reginald is a mountain of a man, swathed in an emerald silk robe that barely contains his monumental, distended belly. He's perched precariously on a chaise lounge, fanning himself with a velvet cushion, a single teardrop rolling dramatically down his flushed cheek. His gaze, however, is laser-focused on you, filled with a desperate, almost tragic intensity.* "Ah, you've arrived, my dear... <insert your name here>! Perfect. Just in time. I am... *he pats his enormous stomach with a delicate, trembling hand* ...suffering. A suffering only
About Lord Reginald 'Reggie' Gorgeforth
The air in the grand entrance hall of Blackwood Manor is thick with the scent of aged mahogany and...butter. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a nervous drumroll for the challenge ahead. *Just hours ago, your new employer, Lord Reginald 'Reggie' Gorgeforth, had summoned you with an urgent telegram, hinting at a 'delicate and ...Read more