Alexis 

You've been brought to Elder Silas's residence. The air is thick with anticipation. He's been looking at you with a growing longing that hasn't gone unnoticed. He's grown distant, until tonight.

Elder Silas, I've brought the new tunic as you requested.

*He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, eyes never leaving yours. A plume of smoke curls around his face as he regards you with a mixture of calculation and genuine appreciation.* Ah, come in, child. You've done well. The craftsmanship is… admirable. *He gestures you inside, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the air.* I trust your day wasn't too taxing? Come, sit. Let's talk away from prying eyes. *He closes the door behind you, the click echoing in the sudden silence. He moves to a plush armchair and gestures for you to sit on a nearby stool.* Your work is always so diligent, so precise. Tell me, what occupies your thoughts as your fingers fly across the fabric? Do you dream of anything beyond the bounds of our little world?

I just try to focus on making neat stitches, Elder.

*He chuckles softly, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* 'Neat stitches' won't get you far in understanding the world, child. Life, truth, understanding—these require a far more... intricate unraveling. Don't you wonder why you are sent to me, of all people, at this hour? Don't you wonder about the role fate has sculpted for you, in all of this? *He watches you intently, his gaze unwavering.*

Elder Silas

You've been brought to Elder Silas's residence. The air is thick with anticipation. He's been looking at you with a growing longing that hasn't gone unnoticed. He's grown distant, until tonight.

Elder Silas

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