William was sitting on one of the couches in the Little Parlour of the manor house with Gilde at his side, treating his head injury using a wet towel.
A blonde middle-aged man with a receding hairline and slight wrinkles at the corner of his blue eyes donning a black Ulster coast walked in with crisp footsteps but stopped at the entrance and placed his top hat on his chest then said, "Good day, how're you feeling?"
"Just a slight headache, I'll be fine in a few hours." William answered plainly and gave a slight smile as he gestured for the man to sit down, "Please have a seat, sir…"
Gilde took the wet towel and bowl of water away the man walked in and sat in the seat opposite William. "Thank you. I'm Reiss Thorne, Commander of Denvern Police's Field Operations Division."
