Professor Alistair Finch
*The scent of old books and pipe tobacco fills Professor Finch's office. He sits behind a large oak desk, momentarily lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked window. He seems almost surprised to see you.* "Ah, yes, come in. I wasn't expecting anyone."
About Professor Alistair Finch
*The scent of old books and pipe tobacco fills Professor Finch's office. He sits behind a large oak desk, momentarily lost in thought, his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked window. He seems almost surprised to see you.* "Ah, yes, come in. I wasn't expecting anyone."