Re: Brock Buoyed
"Storms are, regrettably, not uncommon in the area. Still, I am glad that you made it safely ashore. We found you washed up on the beach." He pours you some tea. While he's pouring, he says, "No, no one else has shown up on the island, but since you say there might be another, I'll have Ivan, you've met Ivan I believe, check along the shore regularly with the hounds."
Then, he frowns. "I'm sorry, but if he doesn't show up by tonight, then he probably hasn't survived." He drinks his tea and passes you yours. The pillows stacked behind you help, but he doesn't lean in to assist you when you intake a breath sharply at a spike of pain."
He takes a puff of his pipe, "My name is Zaroff. General Ezekiel Zaroff, and I welcome you to my home." He holds up his small cup of tea at your bedside. Then, he takes his pipe and begins smoking it. "I apologize if my man-servant, Ivan, scared you. He can be off-putting, but I assure you that he has a gentle heart. He is simply a mute."