“Mr. Woods” sits at the piano in the far corner of the drawing room, facing the center of the room.  Three leather couches and four armchairs rest in a circle on a thick Persian carpet, facing the center of the room as if designed for nights of skillful conversation.  There is a fireplace on the far side of the room, but there is no sign of wood, fire, or even ash in its cavity.<br/><br/>As Alice nears, the pianist stops.  He stops his music and stands, then takes a few quick steps towards Alice.<br/><br/>“Ah, a new guest?” he says, English but in a strong German accent.  His imposing figure is over six feet tall.  His hair is short and blond, his skin only slightly tan.  He gives a quick, courteous bow.  “My name is Stephen Woods, and welcome to the manor.”