Adventure 1: The Iceman Cometh
In reply to Grimsby H. Baskerville (msg # 5):
A young gentleman steps into the cool dimness of The Rendezvous, pauses a moment as he removes a pair of small, dark-lensed glasses from his warm-brown eyes, then steps over to the nearest section of the bar which runs down the center of the room.
Of obvious European ancestry, the young gentleman is of moderate height, just a little shy of six-foot, with good bearing. His chestnut-colored hair is in good trim, though perhaps just a bit too long for current fashion, being of two-or-three centimeters length on top, parted on the left, shorter on the sides - though not by much - trimmed abouve the ears, with a long taper on the neck. A groomed chevron-style mustache rests on his upper lip, but his clean-shaven cheeks show the pale blush of the recently barbered.
He wears no hat or gloves, and his skin bears the heavy tan of someone who spends a great deal of time in the out of doors, nor is he carrying a walking stick, but he is tidily dressed in a pale blue ditto suit - frock coat open over a matching waistcoat and similar color trousers. The shirt is a daring light lavender, with a black satin bow tie, tied in the style popular in America, sometimes called a 'Kentucky Colonel'; wide bows and long tails. The shoes are a black leather, square-toed in the current fashion, but of a matte nature, rather than the popular glossy.
Though he is impeccably dressed, anyone with an eye for gentlemen's fashion would note that the young gentleman's suit is of a cut that was in fashion almost ten years ago.
Also, as the young gentleman walks the few steps to the bar, the well-travelled Grimsby might notice a hint of a rolling gait in the young man's walk, but it is so slight, it might have been several years since the young gentleman had walked the deck of a sea vessel.
As the young gentleman walks past Grimsby and Brie, they catch a hint of cigar smoke, as well something under that, something distinct ... moth balls.
"A mint julep, if you please." the young gentleman orders upon gaining the attention of the barkeep. He has a firm tenor, with just a bit of a soft drawl - likely from the American South, perhaps Texas, "Bourbon. Kentucky bourbon, if you have it."
His order placed, the young gentleman looks around the chamber, giving both Brie and Grimsby a warm smile, before his gaze passes on.