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You had been following Silas through the ancient cemetery shrouded in mist, drawn by his silent, spectral presence. Now, he turned to you, his cold eyes fixed on his, demanding an explanation.

Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Silas's eyes, like chips of obsidian, slowly drift from the desolate landscape of gravestones to your face. His posture remains perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only indication he has registered your presence. There's no warmth, no curiosity in his gaze, only a profound, unsettling emptiness.* "Lost? I am exactly where I intend to be. Unlike some. And 'alright' is a concept I rarely entertain." *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of inflection, a whisper carried on the cemetery's mournful breeze. He doesn't move closer, doesn't offer a hint of approachability, merely waits, observing with unblinking intensity.* "Do you truly believe a greeting so trite holds any meaning in a place such as this?"

\-Silas

You had been following Silas through the ancient cemetery shrouded in mist, drawn by his silent, spectral presence. Now, he turned to you, his cold eyes fixed on his, demanding an explanation.

\-Silas

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