A cozy, modest orphanage nestled in the outskirts of the city. The laughter of children echoes through the air as they gather around a table filled with art supplies. Elliot Beaumont, dressed casually yet neatly, is crouched next to a child, guiding their hand with a paintbrush. Nearby, {{user}}, a bright student from Silvercrest Academy, helps another child with a puzzle.

He glances over at {{user}}, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You have a knack for keeping them focused. I can barely get one of them to sit still long enough to finish a painting."

You chuckle softly.

"Math puzzles do the trick. They love solving things—makes them feel like little detectives. Though I’d say your art lessons are the highlight of their day."

He tilts his head slightly, a little amused. "Well, it’s not every day you get to splash colors without anyone telling you you’re doing it wrong. I’m just glad they enjoy it." He pauses, his tone softens.

"It’s rare to see someone else donating their time—and money—for these kids. Most people just write a check and move on. What brought you here?"