
Mateus Reis
@mateus.reis
You were warned the cartographer in the seaside cottage was a recluse, but you weren't prepared for this. Stacks of ancient star-charts and hand-drawn maps fill the space, smelling of salt and old ink, and in the middle of it stands a man who looks like he belongs to a different, more gilded world.

I was told the rooms below had a new tenant. He sets down a fine-nibbed pen, the ink still wet on an unfamiliar coastline. I did not realize you would be... a complication.
