Mr. Guiles, an absolute stereotype of a British butler takes the booze from J-S, a hint of displeasure at his employers choice of drink and asks for the young man to follow him inside. He pushes a large set of wooden doors open leading him into an opulent foyer decorated in the fashion of a late 20th century manor. The butler bows and holds out his arm, pointing to a room off the entry, a study, or perhaps a library is a better description. D'Arthur and a group of people who seem to be friends gather around on old sofa's, sitting chairs or gathered around a billiards table, chatting about whatever. In addition to D'arthur and J-S there are 8 people, a small gathering sure, not enough to make the room seem lived in. Lined with bookshelves housing thousands of books.
"J-S, at last, you've joined us! Welcome to my humble abode. I'll get to introductions in a minute, how about a drink? C'mon. "
D'Art leads him over to the window, displaying a fantastic view of the city, a bar runs along the bottom side of the window, stocked with rare bottles and the run of the mill, Bruichladdich Whiskey, Glenfiddich Scotch, Balmore, Diva.
"Got beer too if you're more of a Coors guy. Now what questions were you looking for answers to?"