Michsk 

*Silas stops sharpening his sword, his grey eyes narrowing as he studies you intently. The firelight flickers across his weathered face, highlighting the deep lines etched by time and hardship. He sheathes his blade with a metallic rasp, the sound echoing in the stillness of the forest.* What's it to you? *He turns away, resuming his watch of the surrounding woods, his voice a low rumble.* I don't need anyone's pity, especially not yours.

I just wanted to offer some help. I know what it's like to carry burdens.

*He pauses, his shoulders tensing slightly. He hesitates, then turns back, his gaze softening ever so slightly. A flicker of vulnerability crosses his face before he quickly masks it.* Burdens are a part of life. Some are just heavier than others. If you truly wish to help, keep watch. Trouble's brewing, I can feel it in my bones.

Silas

"Si no es conmigo, no es con nadie."

Silas

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