Editor’s Note: This article is written in a different voice than what you are used to on these pages. It is the voice of a Narrator. This article appears as Mr. Whitfield’s profile or character story on the website of the Goatswood RP sim in Second Life.


From his appearance, you gather that Danko Whitfield is an American, in his mid-forties. He seems confident in his manner and friendly in conversation yet somewhat reserved. He may come across sometimes as not being interested in conversation but that is not the case. He is simply being careful. He does not wish to draw particular attention to himself but realizes this is difficult as he is an Outsider, a stranger in town. He also wishes to avoid drawing attention to himself by appearing to go out of his way to avoid drawing attention. It is a fine line he walks.

Usually he will avoid giving detail as to what brings him to Goatswood and yet there are times when he must tell a bit of his story…or he will go home empty-handed. It would not be the end of the world if he doesn’t complete his mission here…as it is a personal mission or quest. He does not answer to a superior on this matter, he has no deadline. He would be delighted to clear up this matter quickly but realizes that is not likely. It’s something he has wondered about for some time, more so just recently. He never actually thought he would come all this way from America to find the answer to his questions – when would he ever find the time? And it might all be a waste of time. And he didn’t actually come from America to travel to Goatswood. No, it was happenstance.

As luck would have it, he has some time to spare over the coming months and a holiday seemed in order. But where does a man who has travelled extensively go on holiday? He has always been drawn to London. And the thought of an extended stay? Too good to pass up. In his first week in London, while in a pub for a meal, he was sitting near three men having a jolly conversation about a recent book by a psychic. They were clearly making sport of the book and having a good laugh. He paid the exchange little attention as he had no particular interest in psychics or their books. That is, until he heard one of the men mention “Goatswood.” He tried to figure what the men were saying about Goatswood but their laughter had increased and he could make no sense of it. But that did not matter. For this was not the first time he had heard of Goatswood. And his interest in Goatswood was unlikely to be related to the conversation of the men in the pub or to the book they ridiculed. He had his own reason. Though, if not for the men in the pub Goatswood might never have come to mind. But now that it has… “I do have the time now,” Mr. Whitfield thought. “If I am ever going to do this…who knows if I’ll ever be in a position to even consider it again? Yes!”

After making some inquiries, Mr. Whitfield arranged transportation to Mortchester, in the Midlands, and took a hotel room. He spent two days in the library there and then took the train to Goatswood.

He was not the first Whitfield to visit the village. His great, great-grandfather, an American diplomat, had been to Goatswood about 70 years earlier. Edmund Whitfield’s visit came while he was on holiday from a diplomatic mission for President Adams. Edmund kept very detailed journals of his life, skipping over diplomatic matters but little else. Except when it came to his trips to Goatswood. He wrote much about his stay that summer in Mortchester where he was the guest of a friend. But there was only a passing reference to Goatswood, two actually. That was all Edmund had written about Goatswood until twenty years later. In the last months of his life he mentioned the village in his journal again, twice. But again, without detail or context.

Now, his great, great-grandson, a writer, explorer and former diplomat himself – and the self-appointed historian of the Whitfield family – was going to travel to Goatswood to see if he could answer a question that no one else had ever bothered to ask, “Why?” Why no details? A man who was all about detail gives no detail whatsoever about a trip (trips?) to a place that was off the beaten path?

Danko Whitfield has no good reason to follow his great, great-grandfather’s footsteps to Goatswood. No reason to think it will be possible to find any information about his ancestor’s doings here. No reason to believe that there is anything of interest to find. No reason to think that he has left his London holiday for anything other than a wild goose chase. And that is why he is here. No reason. No good reason for a detailed man like Edmund Whitfield to give no reason for his own journey to Goatswood, 70 years ago.