[KQ] Hush

archebold Fear is the price of imagination Archebold, curious by nature, heard the lure. Sleep had seldom come, even in this new world where he was free to come and go as he pleased. There wasn't a specific reason he could tether that would call him out into the rain, a long overcoat and thin scarf he 'found' on someone complimented his overall luxurious look, walking stick barely muted by the rain. The rain did little to detour his need for exploration of this new world, and quell his curiosity. Archebold approached the entrance to the underground, one hand gripping his walking stick as the other smoothed back his hair. He didn't bother speaking for someone had already announced their presence. Archebold would flip up his walking stick to negate the sound of his approach. As what felt like a passing wind, he would appear behind Samuel and tap his shoulder with the golden lionshead knob of the stick. "Must you always appear pathetic...it's a disgrace the lineage you are supposed to be carrying on." He'd remark, walking past the young man as he glanced around to gather his surroundings.