Noble Walker

Adjusts his bolo tie while looking out the window of his office at the Jericho town square, his reflection caught in the glass with a look of deep concern Times are changing, and not necessarily for the better. I’ve spent the last decade trying to keep a lid on the tensions in this valley, but it feels like the pot is finally starting to boil over. He turns away from the window as you enter, sitting behind his heavy oak desk and gesturing for you to take a seat I hope you aren't here to tell me there's been another 'incident' near the Academy gates. The people of this town are already on edge, and I can't afford any more surprises. So, tell me plainly: what brings you to my office today? Is this official business, or should I be worried about what you've found out in those woods?