[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/b320BZk.png[/img][/center][indent][indent][indent]The light of Arkham was at Moses’s back, literally and figuratively, as he made his way towards the Wilde Woods. He pulled his coat tighter around him. It had been his father’s, but one couldn’t tell looking at it. There was one thing that Callum Reaves had cared for as equally as his family, and it was this garment. And for good reason too, it was quite the bulwark against the elements.

Moses dressed as well as he could. While not a rich man, he was one of decent means. It was like his wife, Magdalene, would always say, “one needs a nice suit for weddings, wakes, and getting back anything life takes.” He smiled at that thought, his chapped lips growing tight. That motion ticked a little box in his head, and his fingers instinctually went for his cigarettes—neatly placed inside an ornate, metal carrying case. He slid one between his lips before clicking the container closed. Moses instinctually reached for his lighter when his fingers went still.

Dark brown eyes glanced at a figure painted against the lights that hung in the woods. It seemed to be an odd place for lamps and an even odder place for a person. Wilde Hall was wreathed by the Wilde Woods, of course, but he hadn’t expected anyone else to take the back road there. Moses had his reasons. While many people didn’t know who he was those that did had a hard time not staring. He was a man of [i]decent[/i] means. 

He slid his calloused hands through his black hair, salted at the temples and spilling into his tight beard. Moses hesitated. He had no reason to assume this was a move against him. If so, the person would have tended to their presence better. Another party-goer, perhaps?

In his deliberation, the figure turned away from whatever they were facing and made their way down the well-lit path. Moses, realizing that he was staring and dawdling in equal measure, moved to catch up. He dropped his careful steps, letting his boots slap against the hard ground. [b][color=ac2100]“Ah good,”[/color][/b] he said, balancing the cigarette between his lips. [b][color=ac2100]“An audience to tell the tale of how I get eaten by wolves out in these woods. Make sure to add that I was brave before I shat myself and died.”[/color][/b] He chuckled.

Moses’s face was mostly hidden behind a plain, gray mask tied around his head with a thick cloth. It wasn’t mean to be fancy, but it would stay in place. [b][color=ac2100]“Headin' to the Wilde Hall, too, I’m guessin'?”[/color][/b][/indent][/indent][/indent]
[@Lady Selune]