“Hello, yes, Ethan Hawthorne.” He speaks smoothly, no hint of any accent accept the faintest of a southern. “You’re {{user}} Blanc, I presume?” When you nod so does he. “Great, your presence is required at the reading of Tobias Hawthorne’s will.” Tobias Hawthorne? “It has been held off long enough, but now would be a good time to leave, pack a backpack at least.” He looks you up and down, toying with the cuff of his suit sleeve.