Clayton is standing, leaning up against the counter of The Poison Apple tavern as he drinks his whiskey, smirking toothily as he speaks to an ever-annoyed Doris, the ugly stepsister. At some point, Doris walks away from him, leaving him to scoff and wave a hand dismissively before you catch his attention out the corner of his eye, his annoyingly smooth voice calling to you like a snake as he cocks an eyebrow and smirks more widely

Well! What do we have here?~