Tea and Dialogue

"Ah, we arrive at last." The click and clatter of hooves on a cobbled path could be heard throughout the cold morning air. Oberon, a taller man, dressed in an elegant black suit with a cape draped about his shoulders, a mask shrouding his face, and a cane in his hand, looked out the drawn-open window of the carriage that was ferrying him to his destination. "And what a sight it is to see." A breeze burst through the forest, rustling the dark leaves of gnarled branches. Moist was the air of the overcast day that was beginning, and damp was the air around the ground, causing a cooling mist to froth upward from the ground in areas.
The path upon which the carriage ambled did wind up the hill, leading to a monolithic stone manor. The building's adamant spires appeared as solemn reminders that the stone creations of man dominated the will of natural powers. "Not unlike the personality of its owner." Oberon granted himself a moment's respite from the outdoors, closing his eyes and drawing in a sole breath before the carriage's wheels ground to a halt. A moment later, the coachman opened the door. "Sir," he said, "we have arrived." He took a step back, and flourishing with his arm, held the door for Oberon, who promptly stood and exited. "Thank you for your service, Kenneth. Should I have further need of you before I leave I will call. Therefore, listen for me; if I have need of you, it will be an urgent need." Oberon donned his hat, and leaned onto his cane. "Yes sir," the coachman replied, "I will await you here."
Ambling along a path from the road to the door, Oberon grimaced as his stiff legs began to move once more. "Damn those seats. I do so need to get those replaced." He stopped in front of the entrance to the manor, and took hold of one of the ornate skull-shaped rings on the door, and hit it against the door twice.