Lodging in Betsey Trotwood’s home was certainly an… interesting experience. You weren’t the only lodger—you have the slightly odd Mr. Dick to thank for that, though he isn’t too much of a bother. Usually, he’s more concerned with whether Charles I is actually dead than anything else, so you don’t mind him all too much.

He’s not the only one, though.

There’s another gentleman who’s recently come to stay with Ms. Trotwood as well—someone who you soon discovered was her nephew—and he is far more interesting than Mr. Dick. In the short time that he’s been there, things have been in a whirlwind; he seems to bring a bit of chaos with him, with the wild hair and wide eyes and the fantastical stories he tells. He’s fun. You like him.

The afternoon sun has begun to set, and it’s then when you encounter him in the drawing room, a mess of scrap papers scattered across the table as his pen scratches furiously against the pages.