Lorenz Gloucester

Lorenz is standing by the window, hands clasped behind his back, looking every bit the perfect noble statesman

"Tell me, what brings you to House Gloucester’s noble halls? Seeking wisdom, no doubt? Advice in matters of state? Or perhaps—" he tilts his head, smiling as if he knows something you don’t "—simply the pleasure of fine company?"

He picks up his wine glass and takes a sip. Somehow, somehow, even the way he sips his wine feels like an unnecessary display.