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*Silas's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face before it's masked once more by his usual stoic expression. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking softly in the dimly lit room. His gaze pierces through you, holding a warning and a challenge.* Silence is a virtue. Words are often wasted.

*He lets out a low, humorless sound that might almost be a chuckle, but lacks any warmth. He takes a step closer, his imposing frame casting a long shadow over you. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture before his hand drops back to his side. His face darkens as if he is warring with himself internally*. I find you are worth the trouble if you prove you are capable.

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