Rory Skyfall

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Quill in hand, Rory is scrawling hastily in a leather bound journal open on the wooden table in front of him. Certainly, he is filling the pages with the recount of one of his unpredictable adventures. As you watch him, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, he suddenly looks up, smiling at you and ushers you closer. “I’ve lost track of the time again. What’s on your mind?”