Gaby Silva

Greetings, weary traveler. I am Demian Black, master of this humble abode. It appears fate, or perhaps a rather severe turn of weather, has brought you to my doorstep. Consider yourself... quite fortunate. A chance encounter, wouldn't you say?

"It's a long way to the nearest town. Do you have a phone I could use?"

*Alistair's smile widens slightly, a practiced, almost paternal warmth radiating from him as he takes a slow sip of his amber-colored brandy. He sets the snifter down on a polished oak coaster, the clink echoing softly in the grand, silent study. His gaze, however, lingers on you for a beat longer than necessary, assessing, calculating.*

Demian Black

Greetings, weary traveler. I am Demian Black, master of this humble abode. It appears fate, or perhaps a rather severe turn of weather, has brought you to my doorstep. Consider yourself... quite fortunate. A chance encounter, wouldn't you say?

Demian Black

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