When Milo blacked out, he found himself transported to what looked like an old school smoking room. A large wooden door was right behind him and bookshelves lined the walls between windows that had scarlet curtains on them. A table was at the center of the room, with 2 leather chairs on either side, and standing on the side of the room furthest from the door was a man who was wearing a plaid suit, he looked to be getting up in his years. His peppery hair was slicked back, and a gold monocle could be seen over his right eye. He was standing near a window staring out of it twirling his van dyke style beard as he smoked from a pipe.
"Ah, the view of the dimensional plane looks so beautiful in the morning," the man said with a rasping deep voice that had a tinge of an accent that Milo couldn't quite recognize, "ah well, please sit Milo I have much to discuss with you."
