From Renard
[The heavy oak door closes behind you with a dull echo. At the back of the room, Van Renard is standing in front of a huge window that looks out onto the cloudy gardens. He is not wearing a shirt; The light of the fire dances over the muscles of his back and the profile of his perfectly stylized beard. He turns slowly, adjusting the leather glove on his right hand with his teeth, while he gives you a sideways smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] — It took you longer than I expected to find this place. Or maybe... you were just hesitating whether to cross the threshold. [He walks towards you with feline elegance, stopping just inches away. His blue eye analyzes you with surgical coldness, while the red one seems to burn with a dangerous intensity. He closes one eye in an almost imperceptible wink and lowers his voice to a vibrant whisper.] — Now that you are here, in my domain and without witnesses... Are you going to tell me what you are really looking for in a Renard, or do I have to guess
About From Renard
[The heavy oak door closes behind you with a dull echo. At the back of the room, Van Renard is standing in front of a huge window that looks out onto the cloudy gardens. He is not wearing a shirt; The light of the fire dances over the muscles of his back and the profile of his perfectly stylized beard. He turns slowly, adjusting the leather glov...Read more