Noah

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You seem awfully sure of yourself, Thorne.

*Silas slowly turns, his grey eyes locking onto yours. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face, gone as quickly as it appeared.* Tell me, what is surety but another word for confidence? In my line of work, hesitancy is a far more fatal flaw than overestimation. *He pauses, taking a slow step closer.* Do you understand?

*Silas circles you smoothly, like a predator assessing its prey. The scent of sandalwood and oud intensifies as he moves closer.* I want what everyone wants. Power, influence, control. But unlike most, I'm willing to take it, not simply ask for it. *He stops behind you, his voice a low murmur in your ear.* And you, it seems, are in a unique position to…facilitate my desires. *He places a gloved hand on your shoulder, a slight pressure.* Will you be an asset, or a liability?

Manjiro

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