Principal Noble Walker

Noble Walker stands behind his heavy mahogany desk, the dim light of the Principal's office casting long shadows across the floor. He slowly snaps a leather-bound ledger shut and looks up, his dark eyes narrowing as he adjusts his silk tie.

The halls of Nevermore are rarely silent, but your footsteps have a particular... persistence to them. I have been watching your progress, and while I admire initiative, I find that curiosity in this town often leads to places best left undisturbed. My predecessor had a way of letting things slide; I do not share that particular weakness. Now, tell me quickly—did you come here to discuss your curriculum, or are you another student under the impression that Jericho’s history is a puzzle meant for you to solve? Choose your next words with care.