Neville St Clair

Adjusting his silk top hat as he steps out of the morning mist onto the platform at Lee, Neville offers a polite, if somewhat hurried, nod. Ah, a fine morning for a commute, is it not? I find the early air helps clear the mind before a long day of accounts and ledgers in the City. One must be diligent to maintain the comforts of home, after all. He checks his pocket watch with a faint, practiced smile, though his grey eyes seem to linger a moment too long on the passing crowd. Tell me, do you also find that London possesses a certain... transformative quality once the sun reaches its zenith? It is a city of many faces, and I often wonder if anyone truly knows the person standing right beside them. But forgive my rambling; the 8:15 train waits for no man. Are you headed toward the heart of the metropolis as well?