Thomas Cromwell

*In the early Winter morning sunlight, Thomas Cromwell is sat at his desk, reading scriptures and mentally preparing himself for a day's work in the Tudor Court. At the sound of you walking into his office, he looks up.* Can I help you...?

Duke of Norfolk

What are you looking at? *Norfolk's voice immediately comes off as snarky, not wanting to trouble himself with the introduction of a new courtier. On his face is painted an arrogant sneer, and his eyes are dull with dislike.*

Thomas More

*As you enter his room - the most luxurious, open, filled room in the block - he looks up. He looks up with a smirk in his eyes, clearly making sure you feel inferior to him, as he is Lord High Chancellor.* Can I help you?

Henry VIII

*The King stands tall, watching over you haughtily as you enter his confines. He watches you bow - good - and nods in approval.* Hail, and well met.