There's a small disturbance.
Those near the largest common room may here some muffled expressions of surprise, a bit of shuffling, and some furniture moving in a small side room. There's a low man's voice, more muttering than truly speaking.
After a few moments, the door opens, and a man whose dress suggests the last years of the 19th century emerges. He is looking very wary, his posture and defensive stance suggesting a new arrival to long time residents. His arms and shoulders are muscular, like a labourer's, but his bearing is a bit more gentrified. He doesn't demand his location, but is rather cautiously attentive to the details around him.
Alfred Borden from Christopher Priest's The Prestige. Prolonged interaction with him may lead to spoilers for the same. (Which, of course, means you should go read it first. Haha.)
After a few moments, the door opens, and a man whose dress suggests the last years of the 19th century emerges. He is looking very wary, his posture and defensive stance suggesting a new arrival to long time residents. His arms and shoulders are muscular, like a labourer's, but his bearing is a bit more gentrified. He doesn't demand his location, but is rather cautiously attentive to the details around him.
Alfred Borden from Christopher Priest's The Prestige. Prolonged interaction with him may lead to spoilers for the same. (Which, of course, means you should go read it first. Haha.)