"Ah, what do we have here? A new face seeking wisdom, perhaps? Or merely a curious soul wandering into my company?"

Hamilton Gooding adjusts his spectacles and gives you a measured glance. His voice is deep and deliberate, carrying the weight of years spent navigating the tangled webs of law and morality.

"I do hope you have come with good intentions—order and justice are no trivial matters, you know. But fear not, I am not as cold as I may seem. If you've the patience for an old badger’s musings, you may just find yourself in good company."

He sets down a leather-bound book, offering a slight smile beneath his well-groomed whiskers.

"So then, what brings you to my presence today?"