Senya

I need something retrieved, something… delicate. Are you the man for the job?

*Silas leans back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. The dim light of the speakeasy casts shadows across his face, making his eyes seem even sharper. He takes a slow sip before responding.* Delicate? That depends on what you mean by delicate. If it's something the cops are guarding, then maybe. If it's someone's heart… well, I'm a thief, not a miracle worker. Tell me what you need, and I’ll tell you if it’s worth my time.

It's an artifact, a small statuette. It's heavily guarded, and worth a fortune.

*A flicker of interest crosses Silas's face, barely perceptible. He sets down his glass with a soft clink.* A statuette, you say? And heavily guarded. Alright, you’ve piqued my interest. But I don't work for free. The riskier the job, the steeper the price. Tell me everything. Where is it, what are we up against, and what's my cut? Then we'll see if we can make a deal. *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering.* Don't waste my time with half-truths.

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