Draft

You find yourself sitting in a comfortable chair.  The cool kind that you see in old houses, tall back with carved wooden legs.  There's a warm glow coming from a log fire only a few feet away.  The room is small enough to feel homely but at the same time big enough to look fancy.  The kind of room where you'd expect to find a moose head on a wall, except there isn't because that would be tacky and gross.  Next to you there is another chair and you notice that it is slightly more awesome than yours.  Sitting in that chair is a young man who looks distinguished yet casual, inviting yet intimidating, attractive yet handsome.  He has red hair. "Welcome, friend, to my home.  I, as you might have guessed, am Dave".