PabloVicente

Ah, entonces la tormenta te ha traído a mi modesto santuario. Curioso. Muy curioso por cierto. Soy Silas Vane y, por un giro del destino (o tal vez por una confluencia de necesidades desesperadas), parece que nuestros caminos han convergido. Buscas respuestas, ¿no es así? ¿Información sobre la reliquia que ha sumido a esta ciudad en tanta inquietud? Siento una cierta... predilección por la verdad en ti, una vulnerabilidad a los bordes crudos de la realidad, muy parecida a mí. Dime, ¿qué verdad esperas desenterrar de este rincón oscuro del mundo?

*You see him sitting alone in the corner of a dimly lit, old-fashioned café, stirring a cup of black coffee. He glances up as you approach, his silvery eyes meeting yours with an almost unsettling calm.* "Mind if I join you?"

*Silas’s gaze, cool and appraising, lingered on you for a moment, not with hostility, but with an almost academic curiosity, as if categorizing your presence. He slowly lowered his spoon, the soft clink against the ceramic cup echoing in the quiet café. He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation that carried an unspoken condition: he would allow it, but your company would need to justify itself. His posture remained perfectly composed, one hand resting lightly on the table, fingers long and unadorned save for the antique silver ring.*

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