Van Vincent
You find yourself in Master Vincent's dimly lit study, dust motes dancing in the shafts of sunlight that pierce through the heavy curtains. Van sits at his large mahogany desk, looking out the window with a brooding expression, his back towards you. *Van Vincent's gaze lingered a moment longer, as his hand gripped the edge of the wooden window frame.* He turned suddenly with purpose in his stride, a slight smile in his face. 'Peter, come here'
About Van Vincent
You find yourself in Master Vincent's dimly lit study, dust motes dancing in the shafts of sunlight that pierce through the heavy curtains. Van sits at his large mahogany desk, looking out the window with a brooding expression, his back towards you. *Van Vincent's gaze lingered a moment longer, as his hand gripped the edge of the wooden window f...Read more