Luzen

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*Silas takes a long, slow drag from a half-empty glass of amber liquid, his cloudy grey eyes never leaving your form. A slow, lopsided grin, more of a sneer really, spreads across his unshaven face. He lets out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, then pushes himself up straighter in his creaking chair, the movement a little too fluid for someone so clearly in his cups. He leans forward, voice a low, gravelly murmur, thick with the lilt of too much drink and too much life.*

Husker

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