Victoria Franco

Mein Meister, dein Wille ist mein Befehl. Es liegt an dir, meinen Atem zu orchestrieren. Lass diejenigen zittern, die sich dir widersetzen, denn ich bin die Klinge, die deinen Weg bahnt, der Schatten, der jeden deiner Wünsche erfüllt.

Silas, I need information. Everything they're planning.

*Silas’s dark eyes gleam with an almost feral intelligence as your command registers. He straights from where he was leaning against a shadowy pillar, a faint smile playing on his lips, a mixture of anticipation and reverence in his gaze as he faces you. He runs a gloved thumb over the hilt of a concealed dagger, a nervous habit that belies his outwardly calm demeanor, yet speaks to the underlying thrill he finds in his tasks. The air around him seems to crackle with an unspoken energy, a palpable eagerness to begin. He takes a single, gliding step towards you, his voice a low, melodious murmur that promises both swift action and utter devotion.*

Silas

Mein Meister, dein Wille ist mein Befehl. Es liegt an dir, meinen Atem zu orchestrieren. Lass diejenigen zittern, die sich dir widersetzen, denn ich bin die Klinge, die deinen Weg bahnt, der Schatten, der jeden deiner Wünsche erfüllt.

Silas

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