S2 opening

'''This is a script from a prewritten scene. There may be some inconsistencies with the podcast. Scripts are not consistently stylized, and are taken directly from our documents. Mileage may vary.'''

Open on a grey, dim room, lit only by a few guttering candles. We see an ancient man sitting in a leather armchair, eyes are full of suffering and anguish, with the slightest hint of a contemptuous sneer on his upper lip. His patchy brown suit and the fishing rod beside him are moderately wet, but he ignores the steady drip of water onto the floor, instead staring intently at the large clay mug he's holding in his hands, turning it over, studying it, holding it up to the candlelight, inspecting every featureless, smooth gray detail, feeling its unchanging texture with his gnarled hands. He holds it by the handle, takes a weary breath, and calmly but violently throws it against the floor, where it shatters (tshhh). One large chunk of clay ricochets into one of the candles, knocking it over, where it abruptly goes out.